He looked at her. “I know.”
You’re my son.
Her voice cracked. “I raised you. I love you. I’m sorry I hid those papers, but I was terrified she’d come and…”
“I’m not taking him anywhere,” I said.
Diane stopped.
I walked toward Ben.
He looked so much like Luke that it hurt.
I raised you.
“I missed eighteen years without knowing it.”
Ben looked at Diane. “But she’s still my mom.”
“Of course she is. She raised you. I’m not here to erase that.”
“Then what are you here for?”
I swallowed. “A chance to get to know you.”
He looked so much like Luke that it hurt.
Ben looked down. “I don’t even know what I’m supposed to call you.”
“You don’t have to call me anything.”
“But you’re my mother.”
