From Heiress To Mum. Therese Beharrie

      ‘When you interact with them enough, you’re forced to. I’m speaking, of course, as someone who was coerced into taking care of my mother’s friends’ kids. Clearly, I’m an expert.’ Her voice softened. ‘Your baby is too small for you to mess up anyway,’ she said gently. ‘You just have to keep the kid alive.’

      ‘What if I can’t?’ The words sprang from his tongue; his hands curled into fists. ‘What if I can’t keep him alive, Autumn? What then?’