The Photograph That Led Me to My Twins—and the Letters My Mother Hid for Three Years
I told him the truth, and he took one small bite.
Later, while helping clear the table, Lucas spoke quietly.
“This works only if neither of us makes them responsible for our feelings.”
“I know.”
“I mean it.
They may run toward you one week and away from you the next.
They’re children, not jurors.”
“You’re right.”