![]() ![]() ![]() When Xavier repeated those words, Ruth stretched her lips into a smile, neglecting to mention she was already a mother, if in name only. Sooner rather than later, he wanted a baby. He wasn't just angling for more leg room, either. Then a new Lexus LX 570 that could easily seat eight. First, he convinced her they should buy the new town house in the Bronzeville neighborhood on Chicago's South Side. ![]() The upcoming presidential election stirred an unusual optimism in her husband, Xavier, and he fancied himself having everything new. And if the proof weren't in her pedigree, it manifested in her marriage to a PepsiCo marketing executive. With Yale University conferring her degree and lending its good name to her, there was no question. If the titles of doctor and lawyer had signaled success back in the day, then engineer had to be the 2.0 symbol that you'd made it. With every year that passed, it became easier to put more distance between her old life and her new one. She had been only seventeen.Ī lie could be kind to you if you wanted it to be, if you let it. ![]() Somehow, she convinced herself that her life began when she drove away from that little shotgun house in Indiana without her baby. In fact, there were days she remained certain she had never given birth at all. No one talked about what happened in the summer of 1997 in the house where Ruth Tuttle had grown up. ![]()
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