Chapter Eight
Fiona
1969 – Carthage, Texas – Whisper Ranch
Two years went by with no pregnancy. I’d gotten used to the s*x. It never got to the point where I liked it, but I’d gotten used to it. Collin had gone from wanting s*x every night for the first month of us trying to have a baby to being fine with twice a week. Sunday nights and Wednesday nights, we’d have s*x twice, once when going to bed and once in the middle of the night when he’d wake me up by climbing on top of me.
It seemed as if he had a mission, and finally, the mission was accomplished. I came into the living room, where Collin and his parents were sitting after dinner. I’d gone to the doctor a week before and had gone back that day to find out what the test results were. I had the paper in my hand and hoped the news
