My Sacred Reckoning

each word a hammer blow ag

Joseph asked. "You'

Madisyn' s anonymous donation that I... facilitated. And of course, Debra' s, which her parents had kept cryopreserved. The diffic

had insisted I take, the ones he brought me e

been poisoning my chances, ensuring

I could hear the smirk in his voice.

tter of limbs against my skin. It used to feel like a promise. Now it felt like a violation. Each kick was a

ng. The world swam before my eyes. I was carrying his mistress' s child. His si

are for his tw

ector, young and beautiful, always looking at Matthew

missionary, her letters always full of a quie

d about wanting a baby to trap her rich boyfriend

a grandchild wasn't an act of compassion. It was a str

sical thing, a crushing weight

ire state of Utah. My faith, my love, my endura