eyes.
I raised the one I had, Jake, alone, after I finally left Craig.
And that second boy — the one I b*ried in my mind every single year on Jake’s birthday — had been alive the whole time.
He’d grown up fifteen minutes away.
He’d been eating dinner at my table since the boys were six.
His name was Noah.
Chapter 3: The Baby I Was Told I Lost
Jake watched the truth hit me and realized, slowly, that he’d come home braced to accuse me of giving a baby
