You are supposed to be forgetting Liz would chastise herself with those words when she thought of her beautiful baby boy that she had so reluctantly relinquished for adoption in 1977. But she learned that forgetting was impossible as she rigorously guarded her secret over the years. Instead, she would sorrow and fear for her child, puzzled and confused about a God who seemed so silent and an institutional church so oblivious to the pain that relinquishment...