Chapter 25
December 1st
Sarah’s son, born only a few hours ago, laid on my chest in her room at the hospital.
There had been no way I would turn down her request to come visit her and the baby, especially at the hesitation in her voice when she asked. I understood — and loved — how much she cared about my feelings... which is exactly why I didn’t say no, even though my heart twinged in pain the instant I held her little boy in my arms.
The pangs were resentment, which made me feel awful because that was the last thing I wanted to feel toward my best friend’s kid, who was a perfect mix of Sarah and Sam rolled into one.
At that thought, tears pricked my eyes, because my little girl’s face came to mind. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to think about her; truly, she was never far from my min
