“She left her with me, not you,” I argued. “She is your granddaughter.”

“And we never asked to be grandparents,” my mother replied. “Especially not to the child of whatever random man Amanda hooked up with.”

They hung up shortly after, refusing to come over or offer any help.

I sat on my couch staring at the sleeping baby, completely overwhelmed.

Lily woke up soon after, her face scrunching into a hungry cry that sent me into a panic. I had nothing for a baby in my apartment. No formula, no diapers, nothing.

I called Mark, hoping he could bring some supplies. His reaction was almost as shocking as my parents’.