struggling with postpartum depression after losing her parents. She’d trusted Darren to care for Chloe. Instead, he disappeared with her. I visited Jenna. She was devastated — and furious. But when I offered to care for Chloe until she recovered, she broke down in gratitude. Over the next year, something unexpected happened. Jenna and I became close — bonded by love for the same little girl. We visited, talked, even laughed again. And when she was ready to bring Chloe home,

my heart ached, but I was proud. Now they live nearby. They visit every Sunday, and Chloe calls me Nana. Elena never reached out again. I still don’t know why she did what she did — whether it was Darren’s manipulation or something more. But in losing her, I found something unexpected: a granddaughter I adore, and a daughter I never expected — one who chose me, just like I chose her.