A Stranger Sent My Son Birthday Cards for 12 Years – On His 18th Birthday, the Sender Finally Signed His Real Name

finger under the flap.

I stood at the counter pretending to rinse dishes that were already clean.

He removed the card.

Then something else.

A folded letter.

That was new.

I stopped moving.

Adrian unfolded it.

The color drained from his face so quickly that it frightened me.

“Adrian?”

He read it once.

Then again, more slowly.

“Baby, what is it?”

He looked up at me with an expression I had never seen before.

Not exactly fear.

Not exactly sh0ck.

Something deeper.

Like a missing puzzle piece had suddenly dropped