“She gave you what I couldn’t. Love. Stability. A home.”
Noah blinked. “Sick how?”
Elaine inhaled and whispered, “Cancer. Late-stage.”
The porch went silent except for the distant sound of a lawn mower.
Elaine wiped her face. “I didn’t come to take you. I didn’t come to ruin your life. I came to thank her.” She nodded toward me, eyes shining. “She gave continue reading …