are breathing with minimal assistance. They are small, but they are doing well.”
A sob escaped me.
I grabbed Ben’s arm.
“She made it.”
He covered his mouth as tears ran down his face.
“She made it.”
My mother stepped forward with her arms open.
“Oh, thank God.”
I moved away from her.
“What you did?”
She stopped.
“What are you talking about?”
I unfolded the contract.
The color disappeared from both my parents’ faces.
Dad recovered first.
“This is not the place.”
“You tried to pay Ben to marry Rosie.”
My mother glanced toward the doctor.
“Keep your voice down.”
“You planned to send her away.”
“You do not understand the situation,” Dad said.
“I understand every word of your agreement.”
“We were planning for her future,” Mom insisted.
“No. You were removing her from yours.”
Her mouth tightened.
“Rosie required long-term support. We had to consider what would
