I stared at her.Plan Family Trips
“No.”
“The doctor’s original envelope said male.”
I looked toward the pink cake.
“Then why would Mark want everyone to think it’s a girl?”
“That’s what bothered me.”
I turned toward her.
“You came back just to tell me?”
“Not exactly.”
Something about her expression frightened me.
“What else?”
Jenna zoomed in on the woman standing beside Mark.
“She came back after Mark left.”
“Alone?”
“Yes.”
“What did she want?”
“She asked me to put something underneath the cake board.”
My pulse started hammering.
“What?”
“I don’t know.”
“You put something under my daughter’s cake without knowing what it was?”
“She told me it was a private note for Mark.”
“Where?”
“Underneath.”
I was already walking.
We crossed the yard quickly.
Most people had moved toward the food table.
The cake remained under the patio.
I grabbed the board.
