Unusual, but harmless.
“Usually someone else in the family has it,” the discharge nurse had said while helping me secure Ivy into her car seat.
Then she smiled.
“Do you know who she got it from?”
I had looked down at my daughter.
“Her father.”
Saying those two words had hurt more than I expected.
Because Ivy’s father had never seen her.
He hadn’t even stayed long enough to watch my stomach begin to grow.
His name was Julian Carter.
And Julian disappeared the same night I told him I was pregnant.
No argument.
No note.
