I glanced down at Eli, at his precious face, and it hurt my heart to think that he would never meet his father. Every little kid deserved to know who his father was. But it clashed with my conviction that not every father deserved to know who his son was. Some men desired to be in their life, while others did not. Wouldn't not knowing his father be preferable to being rejected by a man who didn't want anything to do with him?
And what type of man would James be in reality?
So many thoughts. There are so many questions. None of them had answers.
"Hello, Diane."
Jame's words startled me, and a fist that appeared to be formed of ice severely squeezed my heart. When I heard him, I literally shrieked. I was looking away from the kitchen, and he'd slipped inside without me noticing. And ther
