Chapter 8: The One Who Stayed
“You’re making me look terrible on purpose!” Liza cried.
She reached toward me, frantic now, but I stepped behind Dad without even thinking.
“Why are you here, Liza?” he demanded. “You’re scaring her.”
For the first time, fear crossed her face.
Then she looked toward the crowd.
“Please,” she cried. “Don’t let him keep my child from me!”
My child.
Not my daughter. Not my name.
Just a claim.
Nobody moved.
Finally, her shoulders collapsed.
“But I’m her mother,” she whispered weakly.
I stepped beside Dad and took his hand.
“You gave birth to me,” I said carefully. “But he’s the one who stayed.”
Applause broke out across the field.
Liza’s face crumpled.
Then she revealed why she had really come.
“I’m dying.” Continue Reading ⬇️
