“I already got mine back,” I said. “Now we learn how to keep it.”
“We’ll fix that first.”
***
Later, Rowan and I sat on the porch steps while the party settled into a softer kind of noise behind us.
“I’m not asking you to pretend I raised you,” I said. “And I’m not asking you to call me Mom before you’re ready.”
“I don’t know what I’m ready for.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “You get to choose the pace. But I need you to know one thing. There has always been a place for you in this family. Even when I thought you were gone.”
His mouth trembled.
“I don’t know what I’m ready for.”
“I spent so long thinking I was the baby nobody could keep.”
I shook my head. “No. You were the baby someone took choices away from.”
