‘I couldn’t make sense of it,’ Rosalind whispered, unseeing eyes trained on the floor between our feet. ‘I still can’t, truly. How dare they get what I so desperately wanted and then handle it so poorly? How dare they refuse so heartlessly what I could hardly bear to give up?’ I no longer felt my fingers. I no longer felt my feet. ‘I held you for half an hour. After you were born.’ Her voice was barely audible now. ‘The most beautiful minutes of my life, and then I had to let you go without knowing if I’d ever see you again. And now you’re here, Em, and I can barely make sense of that either—’
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