After delivering a baby for a lonely mother, the doctor looked at the newborn’s face and dropped his instruments in shock. He stared into the baby’s distinct amber eyes and whispered, “where is the woman who brought you here?” The mother pointed to her bag, revealing an old photograph that solved a twenty-year-old mystery…

bag, his eyes actively sliding off mine, refusing to make contact. He mumbled a fragmented sentence about “needing space” and “not being built for this.” I cried so violently I thought my ribs would fracture. Just before he walked out the door, he paused, leaned down, and pressed a coward’s kiss to my forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed into my hair.continue reading …