We decided he didn’t have to choose.
He has two mothers now, out loud, and he says he always sort of did.
Jake and Noah stopped being best friends and started being brothers, which, if you ask them, changed absolutely nothing and everything at once. They still live in that apartment. They still finish each other’s sentences. Now there’s just a word for it.
“Don’t lie to me, Mom,” Jake begged me in my kitchen, certain I’d given his brother away.
I never had to.
For once, the truth was the thing that set all of us free instead of the thing I had to survive.
For eighteen years, strangers looked at my son and his best friend and said, “Are you two brothers?”
And all eighteen of those years, every single stranger was right.
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We were the only ones who didn’t know.
THE END
