At My Mother’s Funeral, a Woman Slipped a Baby Into My Arms and Said, ‘She Wanted You to Have Him’
“So that’s it? You’re just taking him?”
“I needed to see him.”
“No,” I said, steady but kind. “I know my mom fostered him on and off, Carly. But I’m not taking him from you. I promise. This isn’t about punishing you or keeping him forever.”
I reached out and took Lucas into my arms.
“I’m just making sure he’s safe while you get the help you need,” I said.
“You think I don’t love him?” Carly asked, her face crumpling. “You think I don’t want him? Your mother thought she was better than me.”
