“What if his parents hate us for existing?”

My hands stopped on his laces, and I looked up at his face.

“Why are you asking that, Sam?”

“Because Ethan didn’t come to the hospital when we were born eight years ago,” Sam said, his voice flat and even, stating it without anger or drama.

“If a person ignores a fact for eight years, finding out the fact is real might make them very angry.”

“They don’t know you yet,” I said quietly.