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

A picture of my niece

In the end, she reached into her bag and took out a picture. “This is Emily,” she said, handing it to me shakily. I looked at the photo of a girl who had big eyes and a shy smile. Despite the anger and resentment I had towards my sister, my heart ached for her. “What do you want me to do?” I asked, my voice barely able to contain itself.

A picture of my niece

The absence of the father

Jenna was sad when she revealed that Emily’s father was not in the picture. She didn’t mention his name. “When he found out I was sick, he left,” she whispered in a brittle voice. I could feel how heavy her words were, how lonely she must have felt. Emily’s innocent face stared back at me, and although I was still angry, I felt a tinge of pity.

The absence of the father