Evelyn & Tobias — The Silver Cross
“Anything.”
“Who was my father?”
I had expected the question someday.
I had never expected it while my son stood at the foot of a hospital bed wearing socks with little blue whales.
“He was a boy named Jonah Reed,” I said.
“And I need to explain why I never told my parents.”
PART 7
Jonah had been nineteen, an apprentice electrician from the next town.