“I gave birth to you,” I said. “Diane is your mom. We don’t have to figure out the rest today.”
He looked at Diane.
What I’m supposed to call you.
She was crying silently.
“And if I want both of you?”
My throat tightened. “Then you get both of us.”
Ben wiped his face with his sleeve. “I think I need time.”
“So do I.”
The truth had been standing right in front of me.
I looked at both boys.
And standing there between the two boys, I remembered every stranger who had laughed and asked them, “Are you two twins?”
Every time, we laughed too.
Every time, the truth had been standing right in front of me.
Two days earlier, I thought Luke was moving out and leaving me alone for the first time in my adult life.
Instead, somehow, my son moving in with his best friend had brought my other son home.
