“So you lied and then disappeared? You told me that our child died!” My voice cracked.
“You don’t get to just do that, Lauren. You don’t get to erase a child’s life.”
“I didn’t erase her,” she said, her lower lip quivering. “I just…
I made them believe I had to protect her.”
“What does that mean?” I asked slowly. “Who did you convince?”
“The hospital,” she whispered. “I told them you were abusive.
That if you knew she was alive, you’d find us. I said I feared for her safety.”
“You told them I’d hurt her?” I staggered back.
“They believed me,” she said. “They didn’t even question it.
The doctor told you she didn’t make it because I begged him to.”
I felt like I’d been punched. All this time, I’d blamed myself. I had mourned a daughter I was never meant to lose.
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