Rose lifted her chin.
“You needed an explanation for your friends. Now you have one.”
Lisa walked out without touching her dinner. This time, I did not follow her.
PART 3
Several weeks later, the four of us stood in a courthouse hallway. I paced back and forth until June touched my sleeve.
“Stop wearing a hole in the floor.”
That was when Lisa appeared.
“Are you truly going through with this?” she asked.
Several people nearby turned toward us. For the first time since returning, Lisa seemed to understand that the story no longer belonged only to her.
“Yes,” Rose replied.
Lisa looked at the girls.
“Do you hate me?”
May shook her head.
“No. Loving him openly does not mean we hate you.”
Inside the courtroom, the judge reviewed the documents and asked whether I understood what the adoption meant. I looked at my girls.
“I understood what it meant the night I brought them home from the hospital.”
