in Maple Ridge, Vermont.
People called me the waitress with the fatherless child.
Some claimed I’d invented a relationship with a wealthy businessman because I was too embarrassed to admit the truth about my daughter’s father.
Others assumed he’d abandoned me after discovering I was pregnant.
I never tried to defend myself.
Every morning before sunrise, I left my little blue farmhouse and walked to Millie’s Corner Café.
I served coffee to farmers, carried breakfast plates to truck drivers, and smiled politely when customers asked questions that were a little
