“It was always the point for me.”
Eliza finally cut in.
“I told him to leave it buried. We were already being judged at church. I mean, you look healthy enough to have a child, but you couldn’t. What would people say if they knew my son had a child out of wedlock? And then had to adopt her through social services?”
“That you had a granddaughter who needed love and you rejected her,” Tara snapped. “That’s what they’d say.”
I turned to my mother-in-law.
“You watched her reach for you and didn’t reach back. Not because of her condition, but because you knew about her… and you thought she’d stain you?”
“She’s nothing but a reminder of my son’s mistake with a woman he’s never encountered again. She’s nothing but a reminder of what shame looks like.”
“She’s a child, Eliza,” I said. “My goodness. She’s a child and she’s ours. You’re horrible for even saying that.”
There was a soft tug on my dress. Evelyn stood beside her, her head tilted.
“Why are you mad at Daddy?” Evelyn asked, rubbing her eyes.
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