“David.” Delores took a step forward and touched him lightly on the arm. “Honey. He’s not our child. We’re just . . . his temporary custodians. We knew that going in. And you know how much he misses his mom.” “But—” “It doesn’t matter what she did. She’s his mom. Don’t you get that? It’s . . . it’s biology.” She was right. She was right. They would have to give him up soon.
