My 18-Year-Old Son Moved in with His Best Friend – Two Days Later, He Came Home Crying and Said, ‘Mom, I Need to Confess Something’

She looked at Ben.

“Mom,” he said quietly. “Tell her.”

Diane sat down. “Ben was adopted.”

I stared at her. “What?”

    I can explain.

Luke looked at Ben. “That’s what you found out last week?”

Ben nodded. “I found the papers and asked her about them.”

    “And then you called me.”

“Because I didn’t know what any of it meant.”

Luke looked at me. “That’s why I moved in. I thought there had to be another explanation.”

    Ben was adopted.

“And now?”

He glanced at the document. “Now I don’t know what to think.”

I turned to Diane. “Where did those papers come from?”

“After my husband died, I requested additional records.”

“When?”

    I thought there had to be another explanation.

“Three years ago.”

“You’ve had them for three years?”

    “Yes.”

“And Ben only found them last week?”

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