I watched them argue, their faces so alike and their voices so different.

They were not the same person, or matching pieces of a puzzle.

They were two young men with separate lives, shared history, and a relationship neither a forged signature nor a hidden letter had managed to erase.

For a long time I’d defined my life by a missing child.

Now, when I looked toward the future, I saw both sons walking into it side by side.

PART 25