“But you didn’t.”
Tears ran down his face.
“I messed up.”
Despite everything, I almost laughed.
“Then I started loving you.”
“How?”
“I liked being here.”
He covered his face.
“Then I started loving you.”
I moved around the table.
“Then the adoption happened, and all I could think was that Emma would hate me.”
“I called you Mom without meaning to. Then the adoption happened, and everybody was happy, and all I could think was that Emma would hate me.”
I sat beside him.
“You should have told me.”
“I know.”
“Why wasn’t Emma discussed during Luke’s adoption?”
“But you are not going anywhere. You’re my son. Adoption wasn’t a trial period.”
His shoulders collapsed.
The next morning, I called Denise.
“Why wasn’t Emma discussed during Luke’s adoption?”
