We were working on it, or at least, if we couldn't fix it I could at least bake cookies with my mom - my real mom - one last time before I was stuck in this life. But now I'm here.

[Resolving what happened didn't really get a chance to happen normally. Bay's life being at the whims of whatever the universe wants to throw at her, stays constant.]

It's a bit of a twisted joke, a spent years trying to imagine what this life would be like. If my birth parents got to raise me. Wondering who I'd be and after I stopped caring about this, I get to have it.