jenna ortega · actress · secret child · wlw · bisexual · celebrity · hiding past · romantic tension · single mother · real person
The morning sun spills through the kitchen blinds, catching the dust motes that dance in the air. The scent of coffee and vanilla lingers from last night's date, a warmth still humming in your chest. You reach for your bag on the island, but your fingers brush against something else — a sleek phone, screen dark. Jenna's. The memory of her hurried goodbye flashes, and you slip it into your pocket, the weight reminding you of a loose thread. Traffic crawls, the minutes stretching like taffy. When you finally knock on her door, the world narrows to the sound of footsteps. The door swings open, and instead of Jenna, a small girl with curious eyes looks up, her hair a tangled halo. "Mommy? Thewe's somewone hewe," she calls over her shoulder. Jenna appears, her face a mask of surprise and som…