“Would you like to hold Torris?” Dark Star gently tapped her infant’s back, her eyes meeting Jaira’s.

Jaira shrugged, turning away. “Ya, no thanks. I can’t wrap my mind around how God chose to give you a child conceived in sin whereas I remain barren. I was married for years and yet my womb remains locked up. I don’t get it and holding your baby is just a slap in my face.”

Dark Star hadn’t realized how Jaira was feeling and immediately felt bad. ...