They Regretted It After I Gave Up Chapter 14

They Regretted It After I Gave Up Chapter 14

“Do you know why they gave you up for adoption?”

Tessa’s tears fell faster.

“Because they couldn’t afford to raise two children back then.”

“Did you ever hate them for it?”

She was silent for a long time.

“I did.”

“And now?”

“…I don’t know.”

The detective didn’t press her further.

Tessa sat in that chair, her shoulders shaking.

She cried for a long, long time.

I watched her, feeling hollow inside.

Some of those tears were for me.

But I think most of them were for herself.

For the girl who had been given away the moment she was born.

On the seventh day after my death, Beckett was released on bail. He went to the small woods we used to play in as children.

He had lost a lot of weight. His jaw was covered in stubble, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

He dug under the old oak tree for a long time, his fingers caked with mud, the skin around his nails scraped raw, until he finally unearthed a rusted metal box.

When he opened it, the first thing he saw was a faded Polaroid.

It was taken when he was fourteen and I was thirteen.