After delivering a baby for a lonely mother, the doctor looked at the newborn’s face and dropped his instruments in shock. He stared into the baby’s distinct amber eyes and whispered, “where is the woman who brought you here?” The mother pointed to her bag, revealing an old photograph that solved a twenty-year-old mystery…

hum of the recovery room, a stranger bearing Logan’s surname having just wept over my son.

I named him Noah. Noah Ellis. I branded him with my own last name because Logan had bequeathed us nothing worth inheriting save for his profound absence. As Noah slept, a warm, heavy knot against my chest, my mind was violently pulled back to the night the illusion continue reading …