I sat on the couch in silence, just thinking about Masey’s words and her cold attitude. What had she been about to say that she couldn’t? Was it so bad that she worried about me judging her for it? If it was, why had she bothered to adopt us in the first place? A frown was stitching itself onto my face once again as I remembered the lame answer I had gotten to my question on the first day that we arrived. I should’ve known from that moment on that Masey wasn’t ready for kids.
At the time, my hope made see through that. Not now. Now, I saw the situation for what it was, a fluke.
To say I was stressed would be an understatement. I couldn’t think of a thing that was going right anymore. Everything in my life seemed to be collapsing in on me, and I was trapped between the tumbling walls. I w
