For ten years, I had imagined this moment in a hundred different ways.
Sometimes, I pictured an irresponsible young man who had abandoned my daughter. Other times, I imagined someone who had never known she was pregnant.
In my angriest moments, I wondered whether he had known everything and simply chosen to disappear.
But I had never imagined learning his identity from a stranger standing beside my daughter’s grave.
« Where is he? » I demanded.
Evelyn didn’t answer.
« Is he alive? »
« Yes. »
« Does he know about the baby? »
Her silence lasted just long enough to frighten me.
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