That scared me more than it should have.
He loved meatloaf.
“Sweetheart?”
I reached across and touched his hand.
“I’m fine.”
“Terrible lie.”
His fork scraped his plate.
I reached across and touched his hand.
He was trembling.
“And you’ll probably wish you hadn’t adopted me.”
“Luke.”
He pulled away.
His eyes filled with tears.
“Mom, I need to tell you something.”
“Okay.”
My fork slipped from my fingers.
“And you’ll probably wish you hadn’t adopted me.”
My stomach dropped.
“Luke, what happened?”
He looked terrified.
Then he whispered, “I have a sister.”
“Your file said you didn’t have siblings placed with you.”
My fork slipped from my fingers.
“A sister?”
“Half-sister.”
“Your file said you didn’t have siblings placed with you.”
“She’s not placed with me.”
