My breath caught.
“And that’s when Carla took custody of you?”
He nodded.
“She showed up when they called her. She adopted me a few months later.”
I swallowed hard.
“But Marissa didn’t leave you alone on a street,” I said carefully. “She made sure someone would take care of you.”
His eyes flashed.
“Are you defending her?”
“No,” I said quickly. “I’m saying maybe she was young. Maybe she was scared.”
“She didn’t want me.”
“But she tried to come back,” I insisted. “She sent letters every year.”
“Which Carla protected me from.”
“No,” I said softly. “She protected herself.”
His hands curled into fists.
“You’re rewriting my life.”
“I think you’re afraid that forgiving her would change how you see everything,” I replied.
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