My Son Brought Home a One-Eyed Cat Because He Said They Matched—Two Days Later, a Hidden Note Under Its Collar Left Me in Tears

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I wiped my cheek with the back of my hand.

Marian’s voice trembled.

“I searched for a year. The hospital couldn’t give names. Then, three weeks ago, I saw Noah at the playground with his patch.”

I looked toward the window where my son slept.

“That still doesn’t explain my address.”

“I know.”

She sounded ashamed.

“I followed you once. I watched until you continue reading …