Page 7 of Fighting Chance

I suppose I am.

Chapter 2

Kieran

KIERAN

I need you.

BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER

I’m here, always

What do you need?

KIERAN

Can I swing by yours?

BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER

Bella’s here, is that okay?

KIERAN

Yeah, I could actually use her help too

BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER

We’re here, come over whenever

Emmy hasn’t let go of the grip she has around my neck.

The only time she did was when the matron did the nicest thing she’s ever done in her life and gave me a car seat, because of course she needs a car seat. She’s three.

I have a three-year-olddaughter.

My thoughts haven’t stopped spinning and I doubt they ever will.

As the elevator in my apartment complex rises, the numbers climbing, so do my questions. I have so fucking many.

Why can’t I remember her mom?

Why didn’t she tell me?

Did she try to tell me and someone from my management or publicist team thought it was fake?

Do I need to fire someone?

How much trauma does my little girl have?

What do I need to buy for her?

What do you feed a three-year-old?

Do they sleep alone?

Do they need to have naps during the day?