CHAPTER 47
Reginald took me into his home. I was so broken, I couldn’t even face my husband. I was convinced at first it was all some cosmic practical joke. Or maybe some sort of divine test. Surely God wouldn’t drag me through the horror of rape, teach me to love this child conceived in my moment of greatest anguish, and then let someone like Chris rip her out of my life. It would have been less painful if he’d sliced open my abdomen and yanked her out of the womb with his bare hands.
Reginald told me that I could stay with him and offered me a salary as his live-in domestic assistant. He never told me I should leave my husband, but he made it clear that the decision was completely up to me. Even with Reginald’s religious stance against divorce, I could have gone that route with his ful
