On the back, Hannah had written:
“Due in November. It’s a girl. We already picked out her name.Support Causes
We’re calling her Violet.
P.S. You’d better start practicing that song about the rabbit who wanted to fly. She’s going to need it.”
I sat down right there on the curb at the end of my driveway, holding that card and that tiny
picture, and I cried like a baby. Mark came out of the house in his socks, terrified, thinking something terrible had happened. I couldn’t even talk. I just held the picture up to him.
He looked at it for a long time.
Then he sat down on the curb next to me in his socks and cried too.
People like to say there’s a difference between a real mother and a stepmother. Crystal said it to me on the worst morning of my life. For a long time, I believed her. For a long time, I thoughtTrack Pregnancy
