wanted to be a mother.”
Por un segundo, el pasillo de todos los extremos parecía cambiar mis pies.
Then I noticed Mr. Harris standing behind them, holding a brown paper grocery bag in one hand. He had returned to our house after helping me bring Emily and Noah to the hospital, and now he slowly set the bag down on one of the waiting room chairs.
Inside were the things he had found beside the bedroom trash can.
A completely full bottle of formula.
Emily ha tocado la pintura cura.
