us from the car, waving the birthday card he had made for his mother.
The woman looked at him.
“Don’t open that envelope in front of him.”
I stared at her.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Trudy.”
“That tells me nothing.”
She took a breath.
“I was one of Teagan’s nurses.”
My stomach dropped.
Lucas was almost beside us now.
Trudy pressed the envelope into my hand.
“My number is on the back.”
Then she walked away.
Teagan had been eighteen when she told me she was pregnant.
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