Cherry POV

The next day, we were at my house. Tricia walked into a room holding onto her stomach.

"You can have some rest over there," I said to Tricia who looked stressed.

I sat on one of my couches, thinking of the things I had just found out. Alex was close to his father, who told him everything that happened during the birth of Tricia.

"Alex, why do you have this picture?" I asked him that day.

"My father kept it," he said.

I was shocked that day, thinking that my mother was ...