is this?”
He looked terrified.
Not confused.
Terrified.
That was the third warning.
“You knew.”
“No.”
“You knew.”
“I knew Dad talked to someone.”
My knees nearly buckled.
“About taking my baby?”
“No!”
His voice cracked.
“He said it was paperwork in case something happened.”
“Something happened?”
“If you had complications. If we both—”
“Stop.”
My entire body shook.
“Why does it say I’m unstable?”
He stared at the floor.
“Caleb.”
“I didn’t write that.”
“But you knew they were doing this.”
“I knew Dad had paperwork.”
I stared at
