“It means we’re finding out.”
Lucas looked at me.
“Are you trying to take me away from Mom?”
My heart cracked.
“No.”
The answer came so quickly that Rachel looked at me.
I knelt beside Lucas.
“I don’t know what happened when you were born.”
“But Rachel is your mom.”
“You are not going anywhere tonight.”
“Or tomorrow.”
“Adults are going to figure things out carefully.”
He studied me.
Then nodded once.
That was the first promise I made to my son knowing he was my son.
Three days later, the preliminary DNA results came back.
Noah Cole and Lucas Hayes were identical twins.
Probability of full sibling relationship: essentially certain.
Additional testing confirmed I was Lucas’s biological mother.
The moment I read the report, I vomited into my kitchen sink.
Then I sat on the floor and screamed.
Not gracefully.
Not quietly.
Eight years of grief collapsed all at once.
