We love him. He’s our son.”
Thomas spoke gently. “But we do want to stay in touch.
The boys deserve to know the truth. And maybe one day, they’ll be grateful they had double the love.”
I looked at both boys, their laughter ringing through the room, and despite the storm raging inside me, I felt a strange calm. Because they were right.
Love wasn’t limited by blood. Lucas was still my son. And now, Evan was too — even if from a distance.
We couldn’t rewrite the past. But maybe, together, we could give both boys a future filled with truth, family, and love.
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