After the divorce, I kept his baby a secret. On the day I gave birth, the doctor lowered his mask, and I couldn’t breathe. It was my ex-husband. He smiled coldly and whispered, “I knew about the pregnancy all along, and now that the baby is here, you will never see him again because…”
the child as a Collins asset, and relegate me to the shadows as a mere incubator.
Above all, I knew I could not survive seeing that suffocating pity in Zachary’s eyes a second time. So, I chose the shadows. I chose a silence of my own. But secrets, especially those growing within your own flesh, have a violent way of demanding the light.
