At My Mother’s Funeral, a Woman Slipped a Baby Into My Arms and Said, ‘She Wanted You to Have Him’
“She wanted you to have him.”
Aunt Karen’s lips tightened. “Now’s not the time for defiance.”
I ignored her.
“Who are you?” I demanded, looking the woman in the eye.
She took a shaky breath.
“I’m Brittany. I live next door. I’m Lucas’s godmother. I can’t keep him. I know his caseworker.”
I kept my arms tight around Lucas. “And his mom? Where is she?”
I ignored her.
She hesitated, then met my eyes.
“She can’t take care of him right now, Nadia. She hasn’t been able to for a while.” Her voice was gentle, but there was no apology in it. “Kathleen asked me, months ago, that if it came to this, you’d step in.”
