Or should I?”

Tiffany could not speak.

Her hand was shaking so hard the champagne was slopping over the rim of her glass and running unnoticed down her fingers.

“She told me my file showed severe medical complications,” I said.

“She told me that a woman in my situation — sick, she implied, and poor, and abandoned — had no business trying to raise a child alone.

And then she tried to walk me through an expedited private surrender agreement, to sign my baby over to a private placement she happened to have ready.