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“We’ll fix that first.”
***
Later, Rowan and I sat on the porch steps while the party settled into a softer kind of noise behind us.
“I’m not asking you to pretend I raised you,” I said. “And I’m not asking you to call me Mom before you’re ready.”
“I don’t know what I’m ready for.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “You get to choose the pace. But I need you to know one thing. There has always been a place for you in this family. Even when I thought you were gone.”
His mouth trembled.
“I don’t know what I’m ready for.”
“I spent so long thinking I was the baby nobody could keep.”
I shook my head. “No. You were the baby someone took choices away from.”
Then he reached over and placed his hand on my arm.
“Thank you for fighting for me, Dawn.”
My chest tightened at the sound of my name. It hurt, but it was honest. And honest was more than I’d had for eighteen years.
“Thank you for fighting for me.”
“I’m requesting every record,” I said. “Then I’m speaking to a lawyer. Doctor Jefferson and my mother don’t get to hide behind eighteen years of silence.”
Behind us, Riley shouted, “Rowan! Rex says vanilla cake counts as a personality flaw!”
Rowan laughed under his breath.
I watched him stand and walk toward his brothers.
Peggy had stolen eighteen years from us. No lawyer could hand those years back.
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