After our son was born, I wanted a paternity test

whispers, voice shaking.

“I know. And I’ll never forgive myself for not believing you.”

Nathan toddles up behind her, clutching a plastic dinosaur. When he sees me, he tilts his head curiously. “Mommy, who’s that?”

My throat closes. Emily crouches beside him. “That’s… that’s Ben. Do you remember him?”

He shakes his head.

I kneel, trying to keep my voice continue reading …