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Thrice Rescued

... the opportunity for a degree of physical and economic security that you and I could never have experienced. As a former foster child, I'm sure you understand the calculation. He and I will have enormous resources and be under the protection of the U.S. Marshals. Nothing you and I would ever have could begin to match that.

I don't love Richard. I think he knows that. But he's in love with me and he's willing to take the chance that I might come to love him over time, particularly if we have children together, as we plan to.

So, my dear Davie, be angry, hate me if you must. I don't expect you to ever forgive me for what I'm doing. But I do hope you will look back on the insecurities of your own foster care existence to understand why I have made this decision.

Please carve me out of your life and move on. Forget about me. Treat me as if I died. Mourn me if you must, but if you don't, I'll understand why you cannot.

Somewhere out there is the woman who can give you the same kind of unconditional love that you gave to me but I could never give you. I hope you find her and the two of you can love and grow old together. I hope she gives you a house full of children and grandchildren, something I failed to do for you.

Goodbye my dear, sweet Davie. Be well, move on with your life. May it be long, rich, and fulfilling.

Vera

After I read the letter, I sat at my desk for a long time quietly weeping. The irony was almost overwhelming. She'd fled to a place where she ...

... thought she'd be secure and a random act of violence had destroyed her. My tears were not for my loss, but for the unrepairable damage a hellish system had done to the woman I'd loved so much, whose childhood experiences had kept her from the experience of ever truly loving another person. Vera's death meant that now she'd never have that experience. I put the letter into my safe and went to bed.

CHAPTER SIX

I'll never understand why anyone would want to be a single parent. At least by the time Violet and Samuel came into my life, they were past the waking every two hours stage. Nevertheless, I found myself exhausted at the end of the day after teaching all day and then caring for them at night. I finally dipped into the funds Vera had left to me to hire a fulltime housekeeper/nanny, a delightful 50-something Mexican immigrant named Maria who immediately commenced to teach the children Spanish and lavished her love and affection on them as if she were their grandmother. By the time the kids had been with me for a year, we were a family.

The summer following the Marshals' visit, I took the kids and Maria to Ocean City, NJ for two weeks. I gave Maria a generous amount of time to herself while I took the kids to the beach and the boardwalk. We all had a blast and were sorry to see our vacation end.

My next-door neighbors at the time Vera and I purchased the house had been two seventy-somethings. Earlier that summer, they informed me that they were putting their house ...