The moment the newborn was handed to her, the husband stormed into the hospital room, stared at the baby’s unusually white skin, and sneered, “Why is she White? You really think I’ll believe she’s mine?” He demanded an immediate divorce before the doctor could explain the baby’s rare pigmentation condition. She signed the papers without begging. Three weeks later, the DNA test proved he was indeed the father-and the final divorce decree revealed that by walking away, he had just legally forfeited… – Page 109

dress, a perfect, striking contrast to my own dark hands holding her safe. She was healthy, she was brilliant, and she was entirely, undeniably mine.

“Your father saw a reason to walk away,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “I saw a reason to become unbreakable.”

Zuri let out a joyous, bubbling laugh, reaching her tiny hands toward continue reading …