She learned how Lily liked her hair brushed, gentle and slow, with a part down the middle.
She figured out Maya’s favorite bedtime songs and played them from her phone while the girls settled under blankets.
At first, it looked like love.
When Maya wrote Jenna’s name as an emergency contact in a glittery notebook she carried everywhere, Jenna got teary-eyed and said something about how she had always wanted younger sisters.
