Suzanne stepped closer, her face twisting in pain. “I love her. I’m not her mother, not really, but I couldn’t let go. I’m sorry, Phoebe. I’m so, so sorry.”
“You took my daughter from me.”
I didn’t know what to do with her grief. But it did nothing to excuse what she’d done.
For a long moment, no one spoke. The sounds of the schoolyard continue reading …
