“Ted,” Mom said.
“He wrote to her.”
“No, Lucy. That woman let our daughter think she was abandoned.”
His voice cracked on the last word, and that was what finally broke me.
It was my father almost crying in my kitchen because someone had stolen years from me and from Leo.
My son crossed the room and put his arms around me.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t know it was going to be like this.”
I pulled back and grabbed his face. “Don’t apologize for telling me the truth, honey. I need you to know that I’m not mad at you.”
His voice cracked on the last word.
His eyes were wet, too.
