“Say it.”
He whispered:
“No.”
The room became completely still.
I had imagined this moment for days.
I thought I would scream.
Instead, my voice came out almost calm.
“Why?”
Adrian covered his face.
“I was drowning.”
“So you gave away our son?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
One detective said:
“Then explain what it was like.”
Adrian looked at me.
“Our business debt was almost two hundred thousand dollars.”
“Your insurance wasn’t covering everything.”
“The NICU estimates were terrifying.”
“We had creditors calling every day.”
I stared at him.
“So?”
“So Caleb told me there was a couple desperate to adopt.”
My throat closed.
“You arranged this before I woke up.”
Adrian shook his head.
“Not before.”
“Then when?”
“The second day.”
Two days.
Forty-eight hours.
That was all it took him to decide Lucas belonged somewhere else.
“I thought one baby would be manageable.”
“And two wouldn’t?”
