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“Mom, we need to talk,” Liam said, cutting me off with a voice I barely recognized as my own son’s.
The way he said it made something twist deep in my stomach.
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Liam didn’t look up. His arms were crossed tightly across his chest, his jaw locked in that way he gets when he’s angry but trying not to show it. Noah sat beside him with his hands clenched together, his fingers tangled so tight I wondered if he even felt them anymore.
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I sank into the armchair across from them. My uniform clung to me, damp and uncomfortable.
“Okay, boys,” I said. “I’m listening.”
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“We can’t see you anymore, Mom. We have to move out… we’re done here,” Liam said, taking a deep breath.
“What are you talking about?” My voice broke before I could stop it. “Is this… is this some kind of joke? Are you guys recording some prank? I swear to God, boys, I’m too tired for these stunts.”
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“Mom, we met our dad. We met Evan,” Noah said, shaking his head slowly.
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The name hit like icy water down my spine.
“He’s the director of our program,” Noah said.
“The director? Keep talking.”
“He found us after orientation,” Liam added. “He saw our last name, and then he said he looked into our files. He asked to meet us privately, said he’d known you… and that he’d been waiting for a chance to be part of our lives.”
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“And you believe that man?” I asked, staring at my sons like they were suddenly strangers.
“He told us that you kept us away from him, Mom,” Liam said tightly. “That he tried to be around and help you, but you chose to shut him out.”
“That’s not true at all, boys,” I whispered. “I was 17. I told Evan that I was pregnant, and he promised me the world. But the next morning, he was gone. Just like that. Without a call or text or anything. He was gone.”
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“Stop,” Liam said sharply, now standing. “You’re saying he lied, sure. But how do we know you’re not the one who’s lying?”
I flinched. It broke my heart to hear that my own sons doubt me. I didn’t know what Evan had told them, but it had to have been convincing enough for them to think I was lying.
It was as if Noah could read my mind.
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