My sister stole my husband from me. When she asked me for it five years later, I turned pale

Contradictory emotions

“Your child!”, I echoed, trying to keep my voice quiet. Jenna quickly told me that she had a young daughter and was no longer able to look after her. She didn’t give any more details, but the sadness in her voice was clear. My anger merged with a wave of worry over an innocent child. I had no idea whether to believe Jenna or hang up the phone….

Conflicting emotions

A desperate plea

Jenna spoke quickly and succinctly about her situation, her words barely meaningful through her sobs. I listened, torn between disbelief and a growing sense of horror. She mentioned an illness, but I didn’t understand the details. “Can we please meet?” she pleaded in a brittle voice.

A desperate request