They’re healthy, and they’re loved.
You deserve to know I’m alive. They deserve to know their grandmother.
I’m sorry I made you wait three years.
Julian.”
I read those words, then I sank into a chair and broke down crying.
“Julian… you’re okay!”
My only son was alive.
And somehow, he’d become a father without me knowing.
A knock startled me.
I opened the door.
A young woman stood beside a diaper bag.
“I’m Maya. I’m sorry. I just went to the car to get their bag. I could see them the whole time.”
“You’re their mother? Maya?”
She nodded.
I stepped aside.
“Come in, please. I’m Clara.”
Maya went straight to the babies.
“Where’s Julian?” I asked.
“Nearby.”
“Is he all right?”
“Yes. But he’s afraid you’ll turn him away.”
I stared at her.
“Tell him I’ve spent three years looking for him. Then ask him what he thinks I’m afraid of.”
