part 2 The man who spent eleven years blaming me for our childlessness threw me out of our home9-008v

to confuse everything. But then we found a connection to the Fosters.”

My chest tightened at my parents’ name.

“They’re both gone,” I said.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

There was sincerity in his voice. It wasn’t polite sympathy. It sounded personal, as if he had mourned people he had never met simply because they had been part of my life.

“Helen died five years continue reading …