“I just wanted to save our family name,” Katie said behind the metal bars.
Nellie looked at her calmly.
“You don’t save a family by stealing a child from his mother,” Nellie said. “You did not protect us. You only cared about your pride.”
Katie lowered her head. She had no checks or phone calls left to save her.
After court, Nellie went with Alistair to the grassy cemetery where Sawyer was buried. Alistair had never been there before. He placed a toy doctor tool next to the flowers on the stone.
“I have no right to call myself his dad,” Alistair said, crying.
“You lost that right long ago,” Nellie said gently. “Uk but you can still spend your life honoring him.”
Alistair knelt by the grave and read his son’s name. He did not ask for a miracle. He just promised himself to always ask one question before making a choice: “Would Sawyer be proud of me?” Nellie stood near him in the cool air. She did not hold his hand, but she did not leave him alone either.
