Declan had been right to leave me behind. He’d been born in love, wrapped in it, secured by it. His family was the epitome of love. I was born into a home where my mother worked diligently to provide for me and teach me that I could only rely on myself in the world. I longed for love and went looking for it, not knowing I was looking in all the wrong places. I wouldn’t do that to my child. So I signed the divorce papers and went to sleep clutching them as I sobbed.
