I had grown accustomed to pretending. Pretending I was a girl raised by my grandmother in the mountains. Pretending that I was an orphan nurse. And now, I would pretend that I was the same person who walked into that home for unwed mothers, a young woman, unwilling and unfit to be a mother. But I knew something Sister Madeline did not. I knew that love was enough to make me a fit parent that I was enough. I just had to wait until the right moment to prove it.

Eleanor