Your father and I had been waiting for almost two years." She paused.
"We drove six hours to pick you up.
You were so small.
You slept the entire way home."
I let her talk.
I didn't interrupt.
"We always planned to tell you.
When you were old enough.
But there was never a right time, and then time just — kept going." She finally looked up.
"You were ours.
That was all we ever thought about.
You were ours from the moment we saw you."
"Who was she?" I asked.
My mother's expression shifted.
