Caitlyn knew she should be happy for her sister, but damn. Why hadn’t she been good enough for Shanna? She’d spent most of her teenage years feeling lonesome and abandoned. It was clear her father didn’t approve of Shanna or her new family. And he didn’t even know the full story—that her son could fly.

“Here’s Shanna now.” Emma motioned to the double doors.

Caitlyn spun around, her heartbeat shooting to a fast pace. Tears threatened at the sight of her sister. Shanna was accompanying another woman, and each carried a baby.

Shanna still looked much the same, with her strawberry blond hair and blue eyes. She’d matured some, naturally, since Caitlyn had last seen her, but the years had only added a warm and beautiful glow.

Shanna’s face lit up. “Caitlyn!” She rushed forward and passed the baby she was holding to Emma.

Caitlyn wasn’t sure how to greet the sister she hadn’t seen in years, but her awkward hesitation quickly passed when Shanna threw her arms around her in a big hug.

A few tears escaped as Caitlyn held her sister tight. It had been so long, but finally, she had her sister back.

“Look at you.” Shanna leaned back and tears glistened on her cheeks. “You’re all grown up. And so beautiful.”

Caitlyn wiped the tears from her face. “I always thought you were the beautiful one. I missed you.”

Shanna hugged her again. “Did you meet everyone?”

“Emma introduced me. Your daughter’s precious.”

“I totally agree.” Shanna grinned. “You need to meet the birthday boy, too. He’s outside playing basketball.”

And flying up to the hoop. Caitlyn needed to get her sister alone so she could ask a few pertinent questions.

“Oh, you haven’t met Heather.” Shanna motioned to the pretty redhead who was holding a squirming baby in her arms. “I was helping her with the twins, Jean-Pierre and Jillian.”