everything.
She told the clinic the baby had died—only to certain people. A lawyer was involved. Documents were signed without my consent. I was a minor. She controlled everything.
My son hadn’t died.
He had been taken.
And I had been left to grieve a lie.
Miles looked at me, stunned.
“Are you saying… you’re my mother?”
“I think I am,” I said through tears.continue reading …
