Whitaker, Pace, Lagan, even Verity… This is an aspect of our identity that Father never had a claim to. It’s the only thing our biological parents gave us that still remains. A couple of hours ago, the thought wouldn’t have even occurred to me, but now that he’s trying to take it away, I understand. It’s fucking sacred. “She’s the mother,” I say, fuming, “and she’s going to name him just like our mothers named us.
