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

center with soft rugs and bright toys.

Ryan arrived in a navy suit, as though dressed for a business negotiation. He looked thinner than I remembered. His face changed when he saw the babies.

Whatever else Ryan was, whatever failures lived in him, the sight of three small children with pieces of his face broke through his composure.

He crouched slowly continue reading …