Ivory
I held Erin in my arms, glad he was safe. My quickened heartbeat relaxed a bit.
"Mommy is here, darling. I am here, my love," I said, and I felt Cole's handon my back. It was gentle and reassuring. Anabel looked at me with tears in her eyes. I wasn't moved by it. She knew me, yet she treated me like nothing. I grew up in her home. I married her son. I loved her as I would my mother. She was my mother, yet she threw me away like trash. Her grief wouldn't let her see beyond it.
"Ivory," she managed, and I didn't want to say anything mean or act angry in Erin's presence.
"I am sorry Ivory. I am sorry," She said, crying. I couldn't tell her it was okay.
"Don't tell me you are sorry, Anabel. You meant it all. You meant it. It was in your eyes every time you looked at me; you wished
