“That’s about what I thought you’d say,” he snarls cruelly.
He unfolds his arms and takes one step into the room. Just one. He stops at the foot of the bed, hands at his sides, and I can see the veins standing out stark on the backs of them.
“That’s fine. I can do the reporting for once. Headline one: You had a child. You carried a baby, you delivered her, and then you handed her off to strangers. You gave your daughter away. An innocent soul who needed a mother, and you abandoned her.”
I press the letter against my stomach with both hands. My lips part but there’s nothing behind them. Abandoned—has there ever been a more vicious word in the English language? For all my degrees and all the books stacked up on my nightstand, I can’t think of one. Especially not the way he says it. It’s a
