Baby was here with me. So whose child did Irvin have?
Just then, my phone buzzed. Marcia's teacher had tagged me in the class group chat—the school summer camp registration was closing, and Marcia was the only one who hadn't signed up. She needed me to send a photo of Marcia's household registration page.
I rushed to find the household registration book, but when I flipped to my daughter's page, I froze.
Her name was supposed to have been changed to Marcia Pruitt. Instead, it still read Marcia Cobb—and there was no "former name" entry added.
Which meant Irvin had never changed her name at all.
My whole body started trembling. I immediately called my best friend, Elena Lambert.
Her phone rang for a long time before someone picked up.
Before I could say a word, a familiar voice came through the speaker.
"Elena, come quick! Your dad wants you to bring Baby over to toast the guests."
That was... my mother-in-law's voice.
