“Mom?” Liam asked.
I kept reading.
Lydia explained that Jordan had come home the night I told him I was pregnant, shaken but determined. He hadn’t even made it through dinner before his mother noticed something was wrong and demanded the truth.
When he told her, everything changed.
They had already been planning a move out of state, but his mother decided they would leave immediately. Jordan begged to see me, to explain, to say goodbye properly.
She refused.
Then came the part that made my vision blur.
He had written letters.
Dozens of them.
