When she went inside the sod house, he moved to the side and stood beside the small window, feeling guilty about listening in but determined to check on his baby girl. “Are you okay, Giselle?” Alicia asked quietly. “I don’t think I’ll ever be okay,” his daughter answered in a muffled tone. “It’s horrible, ugly. It’s not the story I wanted.” “Why not? It’s clear your mother loved you very much.” Alicia spoke in a calm, soothing voice. “How do you know?” Was that hope in his daughter’s voice? “She must have, because she didn’t have an abortion. Instead she ran away, gave up her whole family just so she could have you. Then she gave you up because she wanted you to have a full, rich life. That sounds like a mother who loved you very much.” Alicia paused. “I don’t know. It’s just so sad.” “It is, isn’t it?
