Roya
“Would you tell us what it was like growing up with that woman?” Sydney swallows hard. “The woman who took you from us... Your moth...”
“She was never my mother!” I cut her off. My tone may have been a little harsh. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. It's just that woman was never my mother. I didn't even know what a mother really was until I had Jaxson.”
I rub my forehead with my fingertips. I don't really want to dwell on the past, but they have a right to know what happened to the baby they loved and lost through no fault of their own.
“You don't have to tell us, sweetheart.”
“It's okay,” I smile slightly. They deserve to know. “The woman who took me. Simone. She was in her mid-twenties when she took me from your garden. She'd lost her own baby a year previous and thought in h
