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Bringing her misty eyes back to his, she shrugged. “She’s so beautiful and so well-adjusted. Happy.” Her throat filled, raising her pitch, but the words had to be said. “You and your wife are doing a wonderful job with her. I’m very grateful for that. Would you … would you thank her for me?”
    Wes Grayson’s own eyes glossed over, glimmering with a deep sadness Laney didn’t understand until he spoke. “My wife’s been dead for a year,” he said. Then he opened the door and was gone.

    L aney lay in bed that night staring into the darkness, fresh misery weighing on her heart for all the tragedies she had encountered in her life. Her mother’s death came back to her, and the nights she lay in this bed awake for months afterward, groping for some reason that she deserved such severe punishment. She remembered the years that followed when her father’s inability to love her had kept him distant, and the way she had tried so hard to please him in everything she’d done. But he had been a hard man, and during those years she had succeeded at nothing except failing him.
    She wondered if it was that way for Amy—if she lay in bed at night weeping for her mother until she fell asleep. She wondered if Wes Grayson was the type of man who could be both mother and father to a little girl, or if Amy, too, would never quite measure up to all the things he demanded in return for having to raise her alone. She tried to put herself in Amy’s shoes, and tears sprang to her eyes again. Did the little girl—who knew one mother had given her up and that a second had been taken from her—have any faith in relationships at all? Was she able to trust love, or would she grow up wary of attachments, just as Laney was? Did Wes Grayson have that wisdom in his heart that could heal the child and allow her to accept something that could never be explained? Or would she, like Laney, hand herself over, heart, body, and soul to the first boy she met who offered her the slightest hint of affection?
    She got out of bed and went back to the dining room to the photographs still scattered on the table, and as it often did, her mind strayed to the boy she had been in love with over seven years ago until he had offered her money for an abortion then abandoned her when she refused.
    She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the image that reeled inevitably through her mind: the coldness in her father’s eyes as her body had changed from month to month; his quiet determination to take the matter out of her hands the moment the baby was born; the horror of the empty hospital cradle where her baby was supposed to be. She had never gotten over the helpless feeling of her father’s betrayal and the finality of her loss.
    It was her punishment, she admitted, wiping her eyes and looking down at the pictures again. She had bought into the lie that free love had no price and that one night wouldn’t make a difference. She had believed that it was her body, her life, her future, and that the choice the two of them had made that night wouldn’t harm anyone. Now there was a child across town who had lost two mothers.
    Abandoning the pictures, Laney went back to her bedroom. The dusty pink shades of dawn invaded her room, lifting the dark and bringing with it a longing to set things right. She had promised Wes that she wouldn’t make a claim on the child, and she had meant it. But that was before she’d known that Amy was being raised by a single father. That changed everything.
    She lay down on her side, staring at the phone beside her bed. More tears of confusion and turmoil rolled out of her eyes. She wanted her baby back, she thought. She wanted to hold her and help to heal her grieving little heart. She wanted more than anything for Amy to know that she still had a mother.

    A my’s mother, Wes thought as he sat in the rocker in his bedroom watching dawn color the walls. His arms were securely wrapped around his sleeping daughter, who had