Lee Hill Kavanaugh: Her phone rings at 10 p.m. The voice on the other end is quiet, uncertain.
I just got picked up by the police. … Do you hate me?
Donnette Siems takes a deep breath and looks down at Victoria's baby cradled in her lap.
Maddie. Seven pounds of hope.
Big eyes and silky curls. A near copy of her mother. Innocent. Vulnerable.
Helpless.
No, Victoria, I don't hate you, Donnette says. What happened?
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