Teaching Her
Karen set her cup down, her tone deliberate and firm. “No. Not three.” The simplicity of her statement carried weight, prompting an immediate reaction in me. Overwhelmed by emotion, I instinctively switched to French in hopes of regaining my composure. “Pardon moi? Quoi?” I asked, my confusion evident. Struggling to understand her intent, I sought clarification. I got up, gathering the plates as I went. Putting the dishes into the sink, I turned to her with a blank look. “I don’t understand. Are you saying that it would be fine to take her on my own?” She drew a steady breath, her gaze unwavering. “I have to start somewhere with trusting you alone with my baby,” she began, her words measured and sincere. “But, Jasper, you’ve already had plenty of chances.” “Okay,” I said, watching her
- Writer
