I nearly dialed 911 on the tattooed teenager holding a screaming baby inside an empty 1 AM laundromat. Then his bag tore open, and my stomach sank with utter shame.

me.

I sighed.

“But Emma didn’t deserve to live inside it.”

Rachel nodded.

“No, she didn’t.”

Jackson came home the next afternoon and went straight to my sofa, where Emma was wrapped in a blanket watching a cartoon about farm animals.

She launched herself at him.

He held her for a long time.

Then he looked at Rachel, who was standing near the kitchen entrance,continue reading …