Your father told me one of you had died.
“So Dad decided for you.”
“Yes.”
“And told you Ben was dead?”
“Yes.”
The worst part wasn’t learning that my husband had been scared. It was realizing exactly what he’d done with that fear.
I’m your son?
Luke stared at me. “Why would Dad do that?”
“He was nineteen. We were broke. He was terrified.”
“So that makes it okay?”
“No.”
“Then why are you defending him?”
We were broke.
“I’m not. I’m trying to understand him.”
Luke looked at Ben. “He knew you’d say no, didn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“So he never asked.”
“No.”
I’m trying to understand him.
“He just chose for you.”
“Yes.”
Ben wiped his face. “What happens now?”
Diane immediately said, “You’re my son.”
