“I signed the forms they gave me,” Carl said quietly.
“When I woke up,” I whispered, “you told me only Daniel survived.”
“I thought it was true.”
Carl swallowed hard.
“A week later the hospital called.”
“He was still alive.”
My voice shook.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
Carl’s answer came out in a whisper.
“Because I couldn’t bear to watch you lose him twice.”
The words hit like a knife.
“The social worker said a couple wanted to adopt him,” Carl said.
“I thought I was protecting you.”
“You erased him,” I replied.
Carl said nothing.
Meeting Our Son
We walked across the lawn together.
This time I knocked harder.
The woman opened the door.
