“I was not her mother either.”
The air left my lungs.
Then who was she?
Who was I?
“I took her in when she had nowhere else to go.”
My heart pounded louder.
“She was alone.
Pregnant.
And terrified.”
Pregnant.
With me.
“She told me the father had disappeared.”
That part… matched the story I’d always known.
But something felt wrong.
Deeply wrong.
“She begged me not to look for him.”
Why?
“She said it was safer that way.”
Safer?
My fingers tightened around the paper.
“Your mother was hiding from something…”
My stomach dropped.
