I feel like the breathe is being sucked right out of my lungs.
I look from my Mom to Jack, then back to my Mom.
"You two came up with this, didn't you?"
"Why on earth would she do that? And more importantly, why would I support it?"
I turn to stare at Jack.
"You tell me."
"Your mother is not a liar."
"My mother is a lot of things."
"She's not lying about this."
"How would you know that?"
"Because I trust her."
I fight the urge to laugh.
"You trust her? I can't wait to see how that works out for you."
I turn to leave, but my mom's quiet voice reaches me.
"I tried to love you, Allison. God knows I did."
"Maybe you should have tried harder."
"Your father. He never wanted you. I asked him to take you in when your mother died."
I freeze on the spot.
"What did you sa
