At My Mother’s Funeral, a Woman Slipped a Baby Into My Arms and Said, ‘She Wanted You to Have Him’
“I do. I wasn’t sure I could do this, but I’ve just seen how hard you’re willing to fight for him,” I said. “I can step in until you’re ready. I’ll do the best I can.”
Brittany placed a hand on Carly’s back, gentle and steady. “Let’s get you some water. Let’s talk next steps.”
As they moved toward the kitchen, Lucas curled into my arms, eyelids drooping. I brushed his hair off his forehead and whispered, “We’re safe. All of us, for now.”
“I’ll do the best I can.”
“You’re doing much better than I thought, Nadia,” Aunt Karen said from the doorway. “What does this mean for work?”
