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Like in a novel, I was shuttled off to a home for girls like me, while my mother spread lies to everyone back home.
This home that David and I had once hoped to fill with children.
Spent tens of thousands of dollars on fertility treatments, acupuncture, reiki healing, nutritionists. But nothing worked.
We’d decorated the nursery. Had a baby shower.
call came informing us that the mother had changed her mind.
A Google Image search revealed the location of the library
Her Instagram dished up clues, tantalizing bread crumbs that called to me.
I lost hours staring at her photos, at her face,
Trying out a name I hadn’t chosen but one that now belonged to me.
once you’d pushed a boundary, how easy it was to push it a little further.
How simple it was to ignore the word no, especially when it was never actually said.
“We just bought a house, but between my meager salary at the library and his commission-based job, it’s been challenging.”
Why would you buy a house when you’re broke?
“I want to loan them money.”
If you can’t be honest with her about who you are, the respectful thing is to back away.”
“Fifty thousand dollars,” I started to say.
Girl are you crazy?
“What if I lose her?” I asked. “Do you really have her now?”
