Wanted
Clara grew into a radiant young woman. She worked at the sanctuary, fell in love with a kind man named Evan, and married him in our backyard under a crown of daisies.
I sat in the front row, a kitten curled in my lap, watching her vow to love and be loved. And I remembered those cruel whispers: no one wants a baby like that.
They were wrong. Clara was wanted—fiercely, endlessly.
