The Truth I Should’ve Said Years Earlier
I told Ruth about that night on the bathroom floor.
The grief.
The desperation.
The prayer that came from somewhere so deep I didn’t know I had it in me.
I told her Stephanie was the answer to that prayer.
And yes, the promise stayed with me.
But I also told her the part she couldn’t see.
I never viewed her as payment.
Not once.
When I saw her picture and heard her story, something in me chose her immediately.
