Emma

I stared at the curtains, suddenly curious of the breeze, the first I’d felt here. “I want to understand.” I did. This wasn’t me pacifying Jezebel for my escape. The woman who gave me life was sharing with me, and I wanted to know how she’d gotten to this place in her life.

“Know that I’m not ashamed of my past, Emma. I’m telling you to show you that you come from strong genes. The man who fathered you wasn’t a ...