
Mary B. Addison was nine when a white infant died on her watch and the country decided she did it. Years later, Mary is in a Brooklyn group home—hungry, exhausted, and pregnant—navigating a maze of caseworkers, rules, bullying, and a mother who only visits to perform. When Mary falls for Ted, a volunteer she meets at a nursing home, she tastes a version of love that makes hope feel dangerous again. She also finds a lifeline in a sharp young lawyer and a blunt SAT tutor who both see the brilliance under Mary’s silence. But every step forward brings her closer to the night she can barely remember: the crying baby, the pills, the cross, the lie that swallowed her life whole. Allegedly is a tight, breath-stealing story about guilt, survival, and the brutal weight of other people’s stories. You’ll listen for the mystery, but you’ll stay for Mary—because her voice, finally spoken, will sit with you long after the last page.