“You look just like your momma, Natalie.” My dad’s older sister, Jenna, said as she cupped my cheek. She didn’t seem to read that me pulling my head back was a sign to let the hell go. “We missed all those years of growing up.”
“Jenna, please don’t touch her. This is new for everyone, and you are too close for her comfort.” Erin chided his oldest child. He was tense, which was making me even more tense and angry. "And her name is Gemma."
“Oh dad. It’s fine. Right, Gemma?” She winked at me.
“Actually, it’s not. Please step back out of my bubble.” I kept my face blank. She seemed nice enough and maybe one day we could be friends but right now she was a pushy old lady who needed to stay in her lane.
Her face dropped with some anger, but it was quickly replaced with sadness. She let my fac
