Wyatt & Austin — The Brothers Who Never Knew
For the first time in eighteen years I took the locked drawer key from my kitchen ring.
Inside the drawer was a blue hospital envelope.
I had never thrown it away.
I had also never dared to open it with my son watching.
“If we’re going to find the truth,” I told him, “we’re going to find it together.”
PART 3
The blue envelope smelled faintly of old paper and cedar from the drawer where I’d kept it.
Inside lay my maternity discharge summary, Wyatt’s birth certificate, a faded photo of me in a hospital bed, and a folded card bearing two tiny blue footprints.
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