My seven-day-old son had a raging fever beside his unconscious mother—one look from the doctor and he ordered the police called, exposing a truth no one expected

know I love you.”

I turned toward her.

For years, that sentence had ended every argument.

You know I love you.

It had excused sharp words, controlling behavior, small cruelties, cold silences, and every time she treated Emily like an outsider who had taken her son.

But love is not what people claim when they are cornered.

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