Carol exited the obstetrician’s office with a light heart and a sprint in her steps. She was five weeks pregnant. Despite all the chaos in her life and uncertain future, there was a bright light ahead. She had a life growing inside her, someone she’d cherish and love unconditionally. Faking the abortion papers had been easy, according to Livy, who’d used her computer skills to duplicate the documents and forge the bills.
The check Ricardo had sent was anonymously donated to the first orphanage Carol had found in the phonebook catalog. If she’d had any hope that Ricardo’s words had been spoken in anger and that he’d regret them once his temper cooled, the money was proof that whatever connection they’d formed in Brighton had been irrevocably shattered. She was alone in this, but that would
