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“I have a twenty-year-old son named Drew,” Michael said
Оглавление“And according to his mother, he wants to meet me.”
A son. The words didn’t make any sense at first. We had a daughter, Emma. Where had a son come from?
And then I did the math, feebly, my mind tripping back over the years, and figured it out.
“Tess?” Michael said.
I took Michael’s hand, holding it hard even though I couldn’t face him. My gaze was drawn to the line of framed photographs on my dresser—Michael and me, Michael and Emma, Emma alone. Each picture offered its own truth, a testament to love and laughter and family. Even if there were dozens of moments that hadn’t been captured, it didn’t make those happy faces a lie.
“Tomorrow, okay?” I whispered. “We can talk tomorrow.”
Because no matter what had happened twenty years ago, history had taught me that there would always be a tomorrow for us.