CHAPTER 57

Emma's POV

As I stepped into the kitchen, the warm aroma of freshly baked cookies enveloped me, but my attention was drawn to a scene that made my heart ache. Camila and April were laughing and joking together, their faces radiant with joy. It was as if they were long-lost friends, not just Aunty and Girl. They were like Mother and daughter.

Camila's eyes sparkled as April playfully tousled her hair, and April's carefree giggle filled the air. I felt a pang of insecurity, watching their effortless bond. It was hard to admit, but I'd always struggled to connect with Camila like that.

April, on the other hand, seemed to have a natural talent for it. She was always there for my children, listening, guiding, and loving them unconditionally. I, however, was often absent, lost in my own world.

As I observed the tender moment between Camila and April, a wave of sadness washed over me. Why couldn't I be the one making my daughter laugh like that? Why did it feel like my children were closer