“It doesn’t matter,” I said, and something in how quietly I said it stopped her cold.

Because it truly didn’t.

Whether Tiffany had known whose baby she was trying to buy was a question that mattered only to Mike, only to the wreckage of whatever the two of them had built together.

It did not touch me and it did not touch my daughter.

We had already survived the worst thing either of these people could do to us, years ago, and we had come out the other side into a good life, and nothing they said on this lawn could reach back and change that.

“You both thought I was weak, five years ago,” I said.