My Mom Called Asking When I Was Coming Back for the Baby Until I Realized Mine Was Already With Me

attention to herself.

Then she whispered: “Morgan. When are you coming back for the baby?”

For one second my mind refused to parse the sentence. The words were simple. What they implied was not.

I looked at Lily again, fast enough to hurt my neck.

“Mom,” I said, keeping my voice level with effort, “what are you talking about?”

She answered in a rush. “You continue reading …