I knelt and pushed her hair behind her ear.
“Daddy is going to understand that this house has to be a safe place. Okay?”
She nodded the way kids do when they don’t understand but trust you anyway. That trust was the whole point.
“Can you wire us another eight thousand?”
Day twelve, Nathan met me at the notary’s office. My hand hovered over the last signature line longer than I expected.
“Second thoughts?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “I just want to remember this moment. The one where I stopped waiting for him to choose us.”
I signed. The notary stamped. Nathan slid the folder toward me.
“It’s yours, Rachel. Recorded by end of day.”
David called before I reached my car.
“We’ll talk when you get home.”
Brenda had found an expensive dining set.
“Can you wire us another eight thousand?”
Even then, he wasn’t calling about the kids.
