Chapter Eleven
Fiona
November 14th, 1970 – Carthage, Texas – Local Hospital
Cradling my son in my arms, I finally knew what love felt like. “Coy Marcus Gentry.”
“Coy Collin Gentry,” my husband said as he sat down on the hospital bed next to me.
I wasn’t sure I wanted my son to have the same name as his father, even if it was only a middle name. He already had the bad luck of having his last name. “Why don’t you like Marcus?”
“Why do you like that name?” He picked up the paper and pen off the tray. “We’ve got to fill this out for the birth certificate. I’ll write down our names as the parents while you think about what it means to me that my son carries my name.”
“He is a Gentry, you know.” And that was already one strike against the poor boy.
Living with Collin’s parents had been a
