Chapter 19 — Do You Like Dinosaurs

Noah met his father in the garden behind the mansion, on a bright afternoon, with Maria watching from the terrace.

The seven-year-old stared quietly at the stranger kneeling in front of him, this thin, bearded man whose eyes were already filled with tears.

“Are you Andrew?” Noah asked.

“Yes,” Andrew said.

“My mom says you’re my dad.” “I am,” Andrew said, and swallowed hard.

“And I’m so sorry it took me this long to come back.”