"Irene, sit down first."
Calix's voice broke into Irene's stupor. Blinking, she confusedly stared at Leslie and the little girl before her eyes drifted to her brother-in-law. Her hands on the bag's strap loosened.
"Big Brother, Big Sister, what are..."
Before Irene could finish her question, a milky voice cut her off.
"Auntie, come and sit. Poppy wanna know Auntie," said Calliope while pointing to a couch opposite the one she sat with Leslie.
Irene stiffly turned her gaze from Calix to the little girl who called herself Poppy. Still standing near the lounge's entrance, countless questions muddled her brain.
Who was this little girl?
Shouldn't she be around five or six years old?
Why did her sister introduce the girl as her niece?
Why did her brother-in-law mention the girl as his and her sister's biological child?
What was going on?!
