The nurse had just placed the warm, crying bundle of joy into Evelyn’s arms. She was exhausted, sweaty, and happier than she had ever been in her life. She looked up, expecting to see tears of joy in her husband’s eyes. Instead, she saw his mother standing at the foot of the bed holding a manila envelope. Beatrice didn’t ask to hold the baby.
She didn’t ask how Evelyn was. She simply threw the envelope onto Evelyn’s legs. “Sign it, Evelyn,” she sneered. “The paternity test is pending, but the divorce is non-negotiable.” Evelyn looked at her husband, Richard, silently, begging him to say something. He just checked his watch. They thought they were discarding a poor, helpless orphan.
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