A couple of weeks later, I was sitting in our bedroom.

I was bored and Ace was at work. I lay on my bed contemplating something that had been playing on my mind. I wanted a child; I really wanted a child. We had to give Parker to the state and he got put into a foster home. Parker was glued to my hip for the 2 weeks that he was with us and I adored it. It gave me a sense of purpose, a sense of being needed by someone who wasn't Ace.

Ace paid the police to put Parker in a good home but that didn't make it...