“I’m dying. The doctors gave me months. I found Rachel six weeks ago, but I couldn’t make myself knock.”
I stared at him. “So you went through my son instead?”
“I talked to him. That’s all. I never touched him, never took him anywhere. I just wanted to know one thing about the family I threw away.”
I pressed my hand against my mouth.
“You’re my sister.”
Mr. Lewis, my barber, the man who had kept grape lollipops behind his counter for four years, was staring at me like he was memorizing a face he had lost.
“You’re my sister,” he said quietly. “Rachel. You’re my sister.”
“I don’t know you,” I whispered.
“You do,” he said. “You just didn’t know the word for it.”
“Why is Mr. Lewis here?”
Behind us, the screen door creaked.
“Mom?”
“Yes, honey.”
Tyler stood in the doorway in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes. “Why is Mr. Lewis here?” Then he noticed the old man. “Hey… that’s my friend from the ballfield. The one with the mark over his eye.”
Three faces turned toward him at once, and something in me chose before I did.
“Is Mr. Lewis staying?”
I crossed the porch, knelt in front of my son, and smoothed his crooked hair. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you back to bed. We have some things to talk about.”
“Is everything okay?”
I looked at Mr. Lewis, still trying to understand how the man who had cut my son’s hair for four years could also be my brother.
“I think it will be.”
I walked Tyler back to his room, tucked the blanket under his chin, and kissed his forehead.
“Is Mr. Lewis staying?”
“I found your name six weeks ago.”
“For a little while.”
When I returned to the kitchen, the two of them sat waiting like men awaiting a verdict.
I stayed standing. “You don’t get thirty years of silence and then a daughter. And you don’t get to use my son because you were too afraid to face me.”
He lowered his eyes.
“You knew where I lived.”
“I found your name six weeks ago,” he said. “Then the address. I drove past once, but I couldn’t make myself knock. That’s when I saw Tyler heading toward the ballfield.”
“I was afraid.”
“So you followed him?”
He flinched. “The first time, yes. Then I saw him again at the park. He looked so much like your brother at that age that I couldn’t walk away.”
