I told myself I was protecting you from people who wanted to take you away. The truth is that I was protecting myself from the shame of needing help.*
*When I became sick, I finally contacted him.*
The room seemed to grow quieter.
“He knew she was dying,” I whispered.
Daniel leaned against the desk.
“What does she say?”
I continued.
*I asked Samuel to promise me two things. First, that he would never blame you for my choices. Second, that he would wait until you were old enough to
