I Was About to Propose to Another Woman When Four Six-Year-Old Boys With My Face Led Me Back to the Family I Never Knew I Had.
“No.”
“Why not?”
I had promised myself I wouldn’t burden four six-year-olds with the mistakes of adults.
“Because there were people who kept your mother and me from being able to talk.
When you’re older, you’ll learn more about the details.”
“I don’t like that answer.”
“I don’t either.”
Henry asked, almost in a whisper: