Sarah gave a shaky smile. “That sounds like her.”
“That’s when I stopped thinking I should come back sooner,” Amy said. “I didn’t come here to be part of her life. I came to thank you for giving her one.”
As she walked away, I called after her.
“You gave us our daughter.”
Amy nodded, her lips trembling—and kept walking.
That night, Betty fell asleep on the couch, Waffles tucked under her arm.
The envelope lay open on the table.
Sarah leaned her head on my shoulder. “She trusted us with everything.”
I shook my head. “She trusted what one small moment told her we could be.”
Betty shifted in her sleep.
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