“I can’t believe we’re heading backward,” she sighed. “But thank you so much for coming with me.” “My pleasure. Besides, you make fine company.” Roy grinned at her, and she couldn’t help but to smile back, despite their circumstances. Despite having lost her precious necklace. She’d long ago lost any hope of finding the baby she’d given up. The girl would have a name Clarissa wouldn’t recognize, she’d have another mom and dad. Parents who tucked her into bed every night and read her stories, instead of going to high school and drinking beer at keg parties on the weekends like she’d been doing, not long after giving birth. At the time, she never let herself imagine what it would be like to raise the child. There was no point. She’d been a child herself. Getting a high school boyfriend after giving birth had been difficult; while she was considered “easy”
