I finally got to meet my son’s newborn—then a nurse leaned in and whispered, “That’s not the baby he left with.”

know.”

“And one day, when he’s old enough, you will tell him the truth in a way that honors the woman who brought him here.”

Nora nodded immediately. “We will.”

I looked at both of them. “And if Elise ever wants to meet me, I want to thank her. And tell her I am sorry for what she lost.”

That made all three of us cry again.

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