And when this year they both got accepted into a dual-enrollment college prep program at sixteen, I thought every hardship finally meant something.
Then Tuesday happened.
I came home from work to find both boys sitting stiffly on the couch, pale.
"What's wrong?"
Liam's voice was ice.
"Mom… we CAN'T see you anymore."
My stomach dropped.
"What are you talking about?"
Noah looked away.
"WE MET OUR DAD TODAY. He found us. He told us THE TRUTH."
My blood froze.
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