“I think I felt like a mother the day I knew for certain she was real,” I admit shyly. “It was the day I found out she was a girl. I was about five months pregnant.”
“What did it feel like before then?”
“Honestly, I don’t remember a lot of those first few months. I was scared and alone and I had this big decision to make. I think I blocked most of it out.”
I nod. “When I found out I was pregnant, I was already almost three months along.”
“I know; it sounds really stupid,” I say. “But I was put in the Witness Protection Program after… after everything, and I was moved to England shortly after that. I was trying to get my bearings and I was trying to accept my new reality. I was also trying to recover from the trauma of my kidnapping. The fact that I hadn’t gotten a period in three month
