“He should have,” Sinead says bluntly. “I should have fought for him harder than I did. Family is the one thing you never regret fighting for. It’s also the one thing that leaves you with regret when you haven’t done enough.”
I sit there, turning her words around in my head. “Take care, Artem,” she says. “I hope you get what you want.”
Then she disappears over the edge.
Leaving me stewing in indecision.
Questioning every choice that’s brought me here.
“Jesus, does the little brat ever stop crying?” Tonya complains as she soaks her bread in the bowl of potato soup in front of her.
“He’s only four days old.”
I follow her lead and dip my bread in my own soup. It’s stale, so it soaks up the broth pretty well and softens the roll up considerably. I’m not complaining, though. My belly has
