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

My parents were Thomas and Helen Foster.”

At the mention of their names, a flicker of pain crossed his face.

“Your adoptive parents,” he said gently.

The word struck harder than any accusation Rebecca Montgomery had ever thrown at me.

Adoptive.

No.

My mind rejected it at once.

Thomas Foster had taught me how to ride a bicycle in the driveway, jogging behind continue reading …