“Yes.”
“Then keep taking care of yourself and the baby. Whatever happens between you and Tyler, the child deserves to be safe and loved.”
She began to cry.
I did not move toward her, but I did not tell her to stop, either.
After a while, she wiped her face.
“I thought you would hate me.”
“I am angry about what happened. But I don’t want to spend the rest of my life hating you.”
She looked toward the house.
“I really thought this was going to be my home.”
I followed her gaze.
“This is my home, Rachel. It was my home before you arrived, and I intend to make sure it remains part of my future.”
She nodded.
Then she looked at me one final time.
“I’m sorry.”
I believed that she regretted the way the situation had unfolded.
Whether she fully understood the harm she had caused was another question.
