"What sort of woman can walk out on a baby?"
Karen Lacey flinched inwardly at Drew Bridger's angry question. For years she had tortured herself wondering the same thing.
When eighteen-year-old Karen fled from her husband, Drew, and their six-month-old daughter, she never expected to see either of them again. But a chance encounter ten years later brought them both back into her life.
Karen hardly dared to hope for a second chance as a wife and a mother. If she became close to Drew and Holly again, she couldn't avoid the questions she dreaded.
Karen Lacey flinched inwardly at Drew Bridger's angry question. For years she had tortured herself wondering the same thing.
When eighteen-year-old Karen fled from her husband, Drew, and their six-month-old daughter, she never expected to see either of them again. But a chance encounter ten years later brought them both back into her life.
Karen hardly dared to hope for a second chance as a wife and a mother. If she became close to Drew and Holly again, she couldn't avoid the questions she dreaded.
