He remembered fragments of the accident but believed his parents and siblings had died.
For years, Daniel Rourke had presented himself as a relative who rescued him.
The specialists had prepared Eli for the possibility that his life story was false.
He had agreed to meet us.
But he was frightened.
I understood.
We were strangers to him.
Strangers who claimed to be his mother and sister.
I didn’t expect him to run into my arms.
I didn’t expect an instant miracle.
I only wanted him to know I had never stopped loving him.
Then the door opened.
And my son walked in.
CHAPTER 12 — “DO YOU STILL MAKE PANCAKES?”
He was taller than Grant had been.
At seventeen, Benjamin had broad shoulders, dark hair, and the familiar shape of his father’s eyes.
He stood in the doorway wearing jeans and a gray sweatshirt.
His hands were shoved into his pockets.
