“If you really wanted to see the baby you could,” Olivia explained.
“But we would rather that you just be our family friend or the baby’s godfather, or something like that. I want to be the father to this child,” Karl said.
I nodded my head. I knew that was what he wanted, and I understood why. I would be giving him a baby.
“I don’t know,” I said, moving toward the door.
Karl stared at me, a giant question on his face, and then out of his mouth. “Do you want children of your own?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I think I do, and I know it’s impossible for people like me right now in our society, but maybe I still want to keep hope alive. I don’t know if I’m ready to have one just so I can give it up. My parents weren’t around, and even though it wasn’t their fault, it still hurt like hell sometimes.”