The Note in the Baby’s Bag Named the Man Who Came Knocking

solitude suited him, because correcting them required admitting what it had cost.

Talia resumed writing. “Do you have experience caring for infants?”

“Since last night?”

The corner of her mouth moved, though she did not quite smile. “Before last night.”

“No.”

“Would you be interested in becoming a foster placement?”

Grant looked through the office window.continue reading …