I looked at him and felt the air leave my lungs all over again. He had Jeremiah’s mouth, Jeremiah’s hands, and that same stubbornness.
“Sit down, baby,” I said.
His whole face changed. “What happened?”
“Why are there police cars outside?”
“Mrs. Whitmore was taken to the hospital last night.”
He blinked slowly. “What? Why? What happened?!”
“I don’t know everything yet.” I held up the paper. “She left this.”
“For me?”
“For both of us.”
He came closer. “Mom, you’re scaring me.”
“I know.” My voice broke a little. “I’m sorry. Just… read this part.”
He took the letter, eyes moving quickly at first, then slower.
“What? Why? What happened?!”
Then he looked up at me.
“Mrs. Whitmore is Dad’s mom?”
“Apparently.”
He stared at me. “Did you know?”
“Not until five minutes ago, baby.”
“But didn’t you meet her before? Didn’t you recognize her?”
“I met her once, Ethan, and it was fifteen years ago. Our lives were so complicated after she cut your dad off. Honestly, if she walked in front of me, I wouldn’t have
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