“She’s right,” I said. “We’ll discuss money another time.”
Lucas looked down.
“When I held the twins, I imagined them disappearing one day without calling. I realized what I’d done to you.”
I took his hand.
“Then don’t make the same choice again.”
The following Sunday, my sister visited while Lucas and Hannah were there.
Lucas looked down.
She’d spent countless weekends helping me search for him.
When Lucas mentioned his job, she put down her coffee.
“Did you see your missing-person flyers?”
“Yes.”
“And you let your mother keep searching?”
Lucas glanced toward the door.
She’d spent countless weekends helping me search for him.
“Maybe I should leave.”
“No,” I said.
I turned to my sister.
“You have every right to be angry. So do I. But I won’t have him shamed in my living room.”
“He needs to understand what he did.”
