papers onto my tray table.
“Karen can’t have children,” she said flatly. “She needs an heir. You’ll give her one of the twins. The boy. You can keep the girl.”
For several seconds, I couldn’t even comprehend what she had said.
“You’ve lost your mind,” I whispered. “They are my children.”
“Stop being hysterical,” she snapped, moving toward Noah’s bassinet.continue reading …
