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

ago,” I said. “My father two years before that.”

“I know,” he repeated quietly.

“Were they involved?” The question hurt to ask.

Gabriel looked down at his hands.

“I don’t believe they took you,” he said. “But I believe they knew your adoption was irregular.”

Irregular.

Such a mild word for a life stolen and rearranged.

“What does that mean?”

“It means there continue reading …