This is all your fault! If it wasn’t for you,
none of this would have happened. You
always go to the fields at four! Why didn’t
you go today?!”
The nurse pulled him off me, and I coughed,
gasping for air.
Shane was trying to kill me.
L
But wasn’t it his fault?
My voice dripped with sarcasm.
“Why are you so worked up about some random baby? Seems like you knew he’d be
there. What’s he to you?”
Shane shut his mouth tight.
After a long pause, he softened his voice.
“Claire, this kid got a rough start. Would you
take him in?”
Knowing the kid would have a disability, still
hoping to bind me to him for life.
Knowing I’d be shamed for raising a baby out
<
of wedlock, and not caring.
Shane had always seen me as a tool to hide
his affair with Shelly.
To trick me into raising his kid, to drain my
youth, my
heart, my money until I was sick
and useless.
Then toss me away like trash.
I balled my hands into fists.
“There’s no way I’m adopting a moron,
especially not one who can’t even talk.”
Hearing the word “moron” made Shane’s face
twitch, his veins popping.
I felt a surge of satisfaction and added, “If it
was a normal kid, maybe. But this? No way.‘
Suddenly, a woman ran out from behind a
curtain, screaming.
“Claire, watch your mouth! Who are you
calling a moron? Who are you calling a
mute?”
