“We’ve been thinking,” Mom said. “You can stay here with the baby. We’ll help you.”
I cried with relief.
I found part-time work at a bakery, bought tiny clothes, and taught myself to crochet baby booties. TrackPregnancy
I chose the name Fabian.
When he was born, I held him against my chest and promised I’d always love him.
Before a routine newborn checkup, I tucked my grandmother’s silver cross into his blanket.
One arm had a distinctive little nick.
Then my parents entered my hospital room carrying a folder.
“Adoption papers,” Dad announced.
I stared at him.