After our son was born, I wanted a paternity test

steady. “Hi, buddy. I’m Ben. I used to read you stories. You liked the one with the red train.”

He blinks. “Do you have dinosaurs?”

I smile through the tears. “Yeah. I have lots of dinosaurs.”

He looks at his mom. She gives him a tiny nod. Then he walks over and places his dinosaur in my hand.

It feels like a second chance.

Over the next few weeks, I try continue reading …