My Sister Asked Me To Watch Her Little Girl So She Could “run Errands.”

and force us all back into line.

The mediator, a calm woman named Mrs. Evans, didn’t flinch. She just looked at Kelsey with a practiced patience. “Is that something you’d be willing to confirm with a paternity test, Ms. Miller?”

Kelsey’s smirk wavered. “I don’t have to prove anything. He’s not on the birth certificate. I’m her mother.”

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