“You found him too late,” I said. “But you found Ethan.”
My hand rested on my stomach as the baby kicked.
“So did I.”
I smiled.
“I’m doing this my way, Jack.”
That was what he’d left me.
Not another child. Not an obligation.
A choice.
The guardianship process is still moving. I don’t know what our family will look like a year from now, but Ethan visits regularly.
For once, I didn’t have a plan for what came next. And I was okay with that.
I couldn’t give Jack back the brother he never got to know. But maybe I could make sure his family wasn’t lost twice.
