Then I took both my sons, and we left her sitting there, in a silence that no amount of money was going to fill.
Chapter 5: They Were Right All Along
There were consequences for Harriet — the kind that come when you’ve falsified a record and arranged an illegal placement, and when a grieving mother finally has the paper to prove it. I’ll leave her to them. She is not the part of this I carry.
What I carry is this.
I got my son back.
Not a baby — that time is gone, and I grieve it honestly. But a tall, funny, uncertain eighteen-year-old named Noah, who had been in my kitchen a thousand times, who already knew how I take my coffee and which chair was mine, who had, without any of us knowing, already spent his whole childhood coming home to his real mother’s table.
Bonnie and I cried together for a long time, and then we did the only sane thing two women who both love the same boy could do.
