Andrew told me what happened between him and my mother. It started out almost identical to the way my mother described it, which made me more inclined to believe what he said afterwards.
He fell in love with my mother when they were both young. They thought they’d found their soulmate, they were convinced that everything would be so much better than it really was.
When Andrew found out my mother was pregnant, he panicked and left. He said he didn’t have the money or resources to handle a baby at the time being.
“That doesn’t excuse you leaving,” I told him, frustrated. “It doesn’t make anything else you did afterwards any better.”
Andrew looked away from me, his cheeks dusted with pink as though he was embarrassed.
“I made some poor decisions then,” Andrew admitted. “I was young,
