“I’ll give you money. I’ll feed you. I’ll even give you a place to sleep. Whatever you need.
But I have ONE CONDITION.
If you can’t accept it, you can leave right now.”
Katherine wiped her eyes.
“Anything. Whatever it is.”
I looked past her, at my daughters — one in the doorway, one on the stairs — and then back at the woman who had put a baby in my arms and picked up a suitcase.
“Sit down,” I said. “You’re going to want to be sitting for this.”
PART 2
She sat at my kitchen table.
The same table.
