I caught my son slipping his expensive dinner into our maid’s old bag. Furious, I demanded, “Why are you stealing from your own family?” He looked up with tears in his eyes and whispered, “Because she’s my real mom, and she only eats our leftovers.” My world spun as I looked at the hidden photo in her bag…

couldn’t buy me the insight to fix it.

Hours later, the house plunged into darkness, I crept into Noah’s room. The scent of lavender bubble bath and warm child filled the air. He was clutching a ragged teddy bear, pretending to be asleep.

I sat on the edge of the mattress. “Noah. Look at me.”

He peered over the bear’s fuzzy ears.

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