Raising a Snake? Not Again
I was reborn. Right back to the day I adopted Peter.
The wind cut sharp, baby cries slicing through the cold.
That's when it hit me—this was the day Stuart Pete, my oh-so-loving husband, dumped his illegitimate child right in my path after work.
He knew me too well. The second I picked the kid up, he'd spin it into an adoption, making the boy ours.
Last time, I fell for it.
This time? I walked away without a second thought.
Later, I heard the kid got pneumonia from being left out in the freezing cold—fever so bad, it wrecked him for life. I laughed until my stomach hurt.
What I didn't see coming? Peter was reborn too—about to experience the life he was meant to have.