“Make me see sense….”
She had no response to that one. All she could do was stare dumbly at her mother.
“Look at how happy Christina and Curtis are to have little Joseph. Don’t you want that for yourself?”
Happy. Right. Christina was so happy that she called Curtis every foul name I’ve ever heard and invented some new ones.
And Curtis? He barely seemed to notice his new son. The joyous novelty of babies that had radiated from him after Sebastian’s birth had long ago faded, and a new baby wasn’t anything special. Been there, done that.
“What do you think, Jeremiah? Would you be happy with a woman who refused to give you children?”
Heather glanced toward the door between the kitchen and dining room, and saw Jeremiah freeze mid step with a wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights expression. H
