tore through her insides. Who was she?
Jesse caught her around her shoulders. She leaned into his damp shirtfront.
“You’re tired and overthinking all this. I think a good night’s sleep might be what you need.”
Mikey patted her cheeks. “Mem, mem, mem.”
She realized they were nose to nose, both leaning on Jesse’s chest. At some point, he had taken Mikey from her and she hadn’t even noticed. The realization made the dark hole inside her expand and she shuddered.
Jesse tightened his arm about her and sat her up. “I’ll dress this little man then help you.”
She wasn’t sure what sort of help he meant to offer, but as he put Mikey into a nightshirt, she scrubbed the little boy’s garments in the bath water and rinsed them. She was about to take them outside and hang them on the line when Jesse took them from her. “You take it easy while I do this.”
He led her to a chair, put Mikey on her knee and headed outside with the wet laundry.
She sang a lullaby to Mikey, the tune coming from a distant memory. Was it one her mother had sung to her? And she’d sung to other babies? Like Jesse said, she was trying too hard.
Mikey relaxed against her; his breathing deepened.
Jesse returned, smiled at the little guy asleep on her lap and carried the tub out to dispose of the water.
There went any hope of getting her own bath.
She lifted her chin. Tomorrow she would go with Jesse to turn Mikey over to the Newmans. They would know who she was.
She stiffened inside. What if she didn’t care for what she learned? She sucked in a deep breath. She would face whatever the future held with as much strength as she could muster.
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