Chapter 6: Andrew Didn’t Leave

I closed my eyes for half a second.

Then I held out my hand.

“Show me.”

His first message was careful, polite, almost painfully grown-up.

“Hi. My name is Leo. I think your brother, Andrew, may have been my father. My mom’s name is Heather, and she had me eighteen years ago.”

Then came Gwen’s reply.

“Oh my God. If your mother is Heather… I need to tell you something. Andrew didn’t leave her.”

My fingers tightened around the phone.

“Mom?” Leo whispered.

I kept reading.

Gwen wrote that Andrew had come home shaken the day I told him about the baby, still holding the pregnancy test I had given him. He had barely made it through dinner before his mother, Matilda, realized something was wrong and forced the truth out of him.

And suddenly, I was seventeen again.

Cold bleachers.

My hands trembling.

Andrew looking at me like he already knew something was wrong. Continue Reading ⬇️