MIA’S POV
“Don’t say that.” I kept saying to Martha, my tears staining the blankets. pain clear on her face, and tears poured like a river out of her eyes. I’ve never seen a woman being so scared in her life.
“You need to promise me, Mia, if I don’t make it out of surgery that you will be there for the baby, you cannot leave Griffin to raise my baby on his own,” she begged me to be with Griffin for her child. Putting me in the same position Mrs. Baker was in when Griffin was born. We’ll his actual mother never had a say to raise him, she just disappeared and Griffin never knew about it. How do I raise a child? Let alone a child that was conceived in a hotel without me knowing about it. How do I tell the child one day that I’m not his or her Mother?
“Mia, please.” She grabbed my hand,
