“Don’t be dramatic. You can barely take care of yourself, let alone two infants. Karen will raise him properly. You can keep the girl.”
I stared at her, trying to process the insanity of what she was saying.
“You’re talking about my son,” I whispered.
“I’m talking about what’s best for this family,” she corrected sharply.
Then she moved.
She walked straight to Noah’s bassinet.
“No—” I tried to sit up, but the pain was blinding.
“Don’t touch him!” I cried.
Margaret ignored me completely.
She lifted Noah into her arms.
He began to cry instantly.
“Stop it,” she muttered, adjusting him impatiently. “You’ll be fine.”
Something inside me snapped.
