“Seventeen Years Later: The Truth She Couldn’t Bury”

That made me pause.

“What do you mean, he didn’t know?” I asked.

“He thought you left,” she whispered. “I told him you didn’t want the baby. That you chose someone else. That you… that you didn’t love him.”

The world tilted.

For seventeen years, I had imagined him walking away. Choosing his mother. Believing her over me.