My brother and I were adopted as children—but 20 years later, I accidentally overheard our adoptive mother and uncovered a truth she had kept hidden all those years.
A single tear traced the line of her jaw. Clara didn’t wipe it away.
“I’m sorry, Eric… Noah…”
I folded my hands over Mom’s words.
“I forgive you, Clara,” I said. “But I won’t pretend anymore. We’re not going to call. We’re not going to visit. You’ll live with what you did, and that’s enough.”
