After our son was born, I wanted a paternity test

Instead, I focus on the present. On the way Nathan’s face lights up when I walk into a room. On the way he holds my hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Emily sees the change in me. I see it in her, too—walls lowering, glances lingering.

One rainy evening, I bring over takeout. Nathan’s at his grandparents’ for the night. We eat on the continue reading …