Aspen’s POV
I have a family! And they love me! I was absolutely giddy. And still a bit tearful. The group hug had gone a long way toward soothing my ravaged soul.
We went to a small, intimate salon that I could tell was a favorite of my mother’s, and the servants served tea. I delicately nibbled little sandwiches and drank tea while my mother and sisters bombarded me with questions. I answered as best I could. Then I got to listen to some of their stories. We laughed and talked for hours.
“You were a difficult birth,” my mother finally confided. “But we both pulled through.”
“That’s good,” I said. “It’s always been a struggle for me, thinking I killed my mother in childbirth,” I admitted.
“Tosh. I can’t believe they let you believe that all those years. My poor baby.” My mother kissed
