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

at the face of the monster in the photo, recognizing the slope of the nose, the shape of the brow.

My father reached across the island and placed his calloused hand over mine. His eyes were shining with tears.

“I knew,” Gavin choked out. “I knew before you were born. But I loved you the second you opened your eyes, Abigail. Biology means nothing. You continue reading …