Wyatt & Austin — The Brothers Who Never Knew
Later, Elaine and I sat outside under a string of lights, watching the boys toss a basketball in the driveway.
“I used to think you’d hate me,” she said.
“I was afraid I might,” I answered honestly.
“Not because you’d done anything wrong.
Because you had the years I lost.”
She nodded.
“I was afraid you’d want those years back from me.”
“I do want them back.