“I know how my children were born.”
“Elliot needed extra monitoring. You were sedated for a while after surgery. There was confusion.”
“There was not confusion.”
Her voice sharpened.
“There was a plan.”
Tyler didn’t deny it.
I stared at him.
“What did your father arrange?”
Tyler’s lips pressed together.
I leaned forward.
“What did he arrange?”
He looked at the door.
At Mason.
Then back to me.
“He arranged for one of the babies to be taken out of the maternity ward.”Track Pregnancy
Vanessa stood so quickly that her chair struck the wall.
I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
Some sentences are too enormous to understand the first time you hear them.
“What do you mean
taken out?” I asked.
Tyler looked sick.
“My father said there was a couple waiting for a private adoption.”
Vanessa’s face had gone white.
“You gave away my baby?”Shop Baby Gear
“No.”
“You just said—”
“I stopped it.”
“How?”
“I found out what he had done after the paperwork had already started. I told him I wouldn’t go along with it.”
Vanessa’s breathing quickened.
“So what happened to my child?”
Tyler looked directly at me.
My stomach dropped.
“No,” I whispered.
“Claire—”
“No.”
“You need to understand the timing.”
“No.”
“You and I met later.”
“No.”
“You were already pregnant when—”
I stood.
The room seemed to tilt.
I remembered the day I met Tyler.
A friend’s birthday dinner.
A crowded restaurant.
I had been six months pregnant and newly separated from Mason’s biological father.Get Parenting Tips
Or the man I believed was Mason’s biological father.
His name was Daniel.
He had left halfway
through my pregnancy.Track Pregnancy
At least that was the story I had lived with.
