Her brown hair now cascades just below her ears since she left. Her beauty has become more apparent, and she seems to have gained some weight. She looks so mature now, yet still pretty.

The realization struck me as I continued to stare at her. She resembles her father - our father. It's undeniable; she is a Vallejo.

"Why did you let her in?" I asked Faye without taking my eyes off Blanche.

She's currently seated in the living room, locked in eye contact with my daughter. Logan was unexpectedly present, watching me alongside Anastacia. I didn't anticipate this, unsure of how to react.

What is she doing here?

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