Esme
Brodie was shifting nervously on his feet. I didn’t think he even expected it to change anything, and he still couldn’t look at me. Part of him was sure it was too late to change anything, and I wasn’t convinced he was wrong. I wanted it to change something, but so much had happened and it wasn’t just me I had to think about. I had to do what was right for the babies and I had to think about Jackson, too.
“What about Milly?” I asked, finally ready to put my concerns about the child into words.
“What about her?” There was a level of shock and confusion in his eyes that I hadn’t been ready for.
“You never bothered to tell me about her. She looks just like you.” I couldn’t understand why he had never bothered to mention her. If he had, I could have accepted her.
“I know she does, bu
