I swallowed hard, feeling a lump catch in my throat. “No. My daughter adopted him five years ago. She and her husband… they passed away last year. I’ve been raising him since.”
Her eyes filled instantly. She reached for the edge of her apron like it was the only thing keeping her upright.
I felt my knees weaken. “Yes,” I whispered.
She broke and covered her mouth with her hand as tears slipped down her cheeks.
“I gave birth to a baby boy that day,” she said. “I was 19. I didn’t have anyone. No money or family. My boyfriend dumped me. I thought adoption was the best way. I signed the papers, and… I’ve regretted it every day since.”
I didn’t know what to say. My heart felt like it was splitting in two.Continue reading…
