they didn’t just let it happen… they planned it…

infant. Adela stood beside him, looking uncharacteristically radiant.

But standing directly behind them, his hand resting intimately on my mother’s waist, was Kyle Warburton.

I flipped the photo over. The ink on the back was faded, but legible. The date stamped was exactly three months before I was born.

My breath caught. The room began to spin. I looked continue reading …