“Mom?” she asked, her voice small.
“Yes, baby?”
“Why didn’t Grandma want me?”
The question hit me like a physical blow. I walked over and knelt in front of her, taking her small hands in mine. They were warm now, thank God, but I could still remember how ice-cold they were when I pulled her from under that patio table.
“Look at me, Lily,” I said firmly. “This is not about you not being wanted. This is about Grandma making a bad choice. A very bad choice.”
