“I’m sorry,” he said, “but I can’t take her home.”
PART 3
My voice came out trembling. “Desmond, she’s your daughter. What’s going on?”
He looked directly at Renee first, something desperate and apologetic in his expression, then turned to look straight at me.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, “but I have to give up the baby. I’m not taking her with me.”
He placed Nora gently back into my arms, his hands still shaking, and stepped back from the bed like he needed physical distance from what he’d just done.
Renee’s eyes filled instantly with tears. “Why,” she demanded, her voice climbing toward something close to a scream. “Why can’t we take our daughter home, Desmond? Tell me right now.”
pressed against the sides of his own head like he was trying to physically hold something together.
“Look at her back,” he said. “We can’t do this.”
