panicked.
“They thought I wasn’t good enough for him,” Anna explained.
“Did Dad?”
She hesitated.
“Sometimes.”
That answer hit harder than a simple “yes.”
She hesitated.
“His parents wanted me to abort, but I refused. I forced your father to help me until I gave birth. Honestly, I believed he’d fight for you when you finally arrived.”
When I was born, Dad seemed to have a change of heart. He suddenly became obsessed with giving me what he called stability.
He had a steady job, a house, and family nearby.
Anna didn’t.
Dad seemed to have a change of heart.
“He convinced me you’d have a better life living with him.”
“So he wanted you to give me away?”
Her face changed immediately.
“No. I’d never give you away.”
“Then what happened?”
“We made an arrangement.”
Her face changed immediately.
Dad became my primary legal guardian.
But Anna