She also refused to leave simply because other people said betrayal automatically meant the end.
For once, she made choices at her own pace.
The only thing she knew immediately was that Mark’s daughter would never be treated as the problem.Start Baby Registry
“The adults created this,” Lauren told me once.
“Sophie didn’t.”
That sentence told me my daughter was going to survive.
Not because she wasn’t hurt.
Because hurt had not made her cruel.
A few months later, Lauren went into labor.
I was there.
When the nurse placed her son on her chest, Lauren stared at him.
Then started crying.
For one terrible second, that backyard came rushing back to me.
Pink cake.
Her pale face.
The photograph.
The ring beside the frosting.
Then Lauren smiled.
A real smile.
She touched her son’s cheek.
“Hi, baby.”
Her voice shook.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
