“So you kept him?” Vanessa stared, stunned. “You didn’t think to tell me? Not even a message?”
“I meant to. I really did. But then he needed formula, diapers… I got overwhelmed.”
The Next Morning Brings More Questions Than Answers
Vanessa awoke to voices. Soft, urgent, and unfamiliar.
She pushed the covers back and followed the sound to the living room.
There was Eric, sitting on the couch. Across from him sat a woman she didn’t recognize.
Vanessa’s voice was firm. “Is this the baby’s mother?”
The woman turned, startled. “Oh—no! I promise, it’s not what it looks like.”
Eric stood quickly. “Vanessa, this is Mariah. She’s not who you think.”Continue reading…