And a letter with my name on it.
72
DERRICK
My phone buzzes.
I expect it to be Charlie.
It’s not.
It’s Sienna.
I open it.
Sienna: Hey, babe, how did lunch go?
Derrick: Killed it. His mum loves me. But all mums love me. I’m adorable.
Sienna: That you are. I’m so happy for you.
Derrick: How are my babies going?
Sienna: Being spoiled rotten by my parents.
Derrick: Bet they are loving having those rugrats home.
Sienna: Yes, and it’s been a godsend with my morning sickness.
Derrick: How are you feeling?
Sienna: Like death, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Derrick: I swear your husband has a breeding kink. Once you pop this one out, he will have you knocked up again.
Sienna: Noooo. Three is enough.
Derrick: Yeah, right.
Sienna: Anyway. What I was texting you for was a weird official-looking letter arrived at Mum and Dad’s for you.
Derrick: For me?
Sienna: Yeah, but it was addressed to your old name.
I still.
Sienna: It’s from an office in Sydney.
My heart starts beating uncontrollably.
Derrick: Did you open it?
My feet pick up pace.
Sienna: No. It’s your mail.
Derrick: Open it.
