Iris
"You."
"Me?" I asked, pointing a finger towards myself. What had I possibly done now? Was she upset at me being in the kitchen?
"Yes. Iris Marino." She held a stern look on her face. I expected a lecture or for her to yell at me as Maddy had mentioned earlier. To my surprise, she grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me into a tight hug.
"I'm so glad to finally meet you. After the incident, I wasn't allowed to see Enzo or Jasmine. You're all grown up now." She pulled back to examine me from head to toe, tears welling up in her eyes but never falling. "You look just like her. We used to talk about who would be a better babysitter between Lydia and I."
"Wait. You're Patricia Rossi. Oh my gosh. My mother spoke of you all the time." Recognition hit me as I recalled my mother telling me the same thing with more details.
