Emma
I stared at the curtains, suddenly curious of the breeze, the first I'd felt here. “I want to understand." I did. This wasn't me pacifying Jezebel for my escape. The woman who gave me life was sharing with me, and I wanted to know how she'd gotten to this place in her life.
“Know that I'm not ashamed of my past, Emma. I'm telling you to show you that you come from strong genes. The man who fathered you wasn't a good man, but he was powerful. He was a man who used people for his benefit. I learned from him. I want you to learn too."
I nodded. “When did Isaiah Boudreau learn you were pregnant?"
“When it was too late for him to do anything about it. That doesn't mean he didn't try. He wasn't alone. You see, his wife never conceived. She saw my pregnancy as a personal affront to her.
