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

me until I was brave enough to balance on my own. Helen Foster had held me through fevers, heartbreaks, school disappointments, and every painful Mother’s Day brunch with Ryan’s family. They were my parents. They had loved me. They had chosen me.

But chosen was not the same as born to.

My throat tightened. “They never told me that.”

Gabriel nodded slowly.continue reading …