As we were about to board our flight, my stepmother suddenly breached the airport security checkpoint and tried to ki:dnap my baby right out of my arms.

that day.”

He sat beside me. “Me too.”

“I used to wonder if I should have seen it coming sooner.”

“You did see it,” he said. “People just kept telling you not to trust your own eyes.”

I closed the laptop.

That was the hardest part to forgive—not Patricia’s madness, not even Noah’s weakness, but the slow erosion caused by everyone who had asked me to be continue reading …