Part of me felt like he didn’t deserve to know anything, that he’d forfeited that right by walking away. But that wasn’t fair. He didn’t intend to leave me with a baby. And it was impossible for me to understand what he was going through when he left.
“He was born a week early, in April 2002. Maybe he sensed how lost I was, I don’t know, but he was a perfect angel. Slept, ate, hardly ever cried. I had the life insurance money, so I didn’t bother looking for work right away. I’d already been accepted to medical school, so there was no point. That fall, Ma moved in with us and I started classes.”
“I’m so sorry you were alone for all that.”
“Me, too.” I glared at her for a minute. “Don’t think for a second that you’re forgiven. But I think I kinda get that you were going through something
