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

Samuel for real this time, eyes swollen, smile trembling.

And I said, “I stayed because he’s mine too. And because you’re still my son, even when you act like an idiot.”

Daniel laughed. Then I heard Nora say, “Put me on speaker.”

When she came on, she said softly, “Linda?”

“Yes?”

“We should have trusted you.”

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