The Photograph That Led Me to My Twins—and the Letters My Mother Hid for Three Years
I also began arranging appropriate financial support through counsel, not as a favor but as a responsibility that should never have depended on whether Savannah allowed me into her home.
Lucas asked me a question before we left.
“If the children don’t want to call you Dad, what will you do?”
“Answer to Gabriel,” I said.
“And if they do?”
“Ask Savannah and you how to handle it without confusing them.”
For the first time, he offered me something resembling a smile.
Over the next months, visits grew slowly.