Pregnant and abandoned, Megan slept in her car aft…

this goes to the judge.”

“I know,” I said.

The doors opened. We walked out into the March afternoon. Clear sky, that particular light that makes Atlanta look, for a moment, like a city that is done with winter.

“Megan,” Claire said, “how are you?”

I thought about it honestly.

My back ached. I was tired. I missed having a home that was mine. I was also, continue reading …