Chapter 53
53 She sat staring at her boys as Noble played, and David read and contemplated what Bella had told her. Perhaps David's fears of his brother were right, his irrational hatred of the boy warranted. But she could not bring herself to hate her own child, even if in the end he was not really hers. If Noble was indeed nothing more than God's creation, a sick joke, then Noble never belonged to her. Yet she couldn't help but love him. She had carried him, brought him into this world and nursed him. There was a connection she had with him that was different than that she had with David. Shaking her head, she took in a breath and looked to David, realizing he had been calling her name. "Mother, what's wrong?" "Nothing, baby, just thinking. How many times have you read that book, David? Do
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