From Here To Paternity
For Charlene Cooper, that world-shaking Saturday in April began like just about every other Saturday.
The alarm jarred her from sleep at five-fifteen. She rolled out of bed, yawning, and padded straight to the bathroom, where she shrugged out of her sleep shirt, hung it on the back of the bathroom door and climbed in the shower.
Twenty minutes later, she was dressed in jeans and a red T-shirt with the Dixie's Diner logo across the front, her blond hair pinned loosely up in the back. She took a minute or two to brush on a hint of blush, a little lipstick and mascara.
Since her bedroom and the only bath were both once having entered her living room or the kitchen beyond. She never ate breakfast before she left in the morning. There would be coffee at the diner, after all. And Teddy, the early-shift cook, would scramble her a couple of eggs on request.
She ducked back into the bedroom to grab her purse from the dresser and returned to the entry, where she reached for the doorknob.
At that exact moment, just before she turned the knob, her life changed forever.
With one tiny sound.
It was a soft, happy, cooing sort o ... read full excerpt from: From Here to Paternity ebook
