I would sing to my baby. Now, I’ll admit, I didn’t have the greatest Canto voice but it wasn’t terrible. I made up lullabies and songs, Canto them as I rubbed my abdomen. It was peaceful and I felt such a powerful connection to this thing inside my womb. I had never met it. I had never seen it. Yet I loved it with all of my being. It was the strangest thing, yet it felt so completely natural. I was pregnant. I was going to have a child. My child. And everything was going to be okay…but then I got the letter. Dear Esme, What have te done? I don’t understand what compelled you...