By Sunday afternoon, I felt as if I already knew him.
I was genuinely looking forward to meeting him.
The doorbell rang around four, and Tyler practically ran to answer it, grinning in a way I hadn’t seen from him in a long time.
I heard voices in the hallway.
Then Tyler walked into the kitchen with a young man beside him, introducing him with obvious pride.
“Mom, this is Noah.”
The second I saw his face, I froze completely.
The serving spoon was still in my hand.
My whole body suddenly felt cold.
Noah was tall and thin, with dark hair that curled slightly over his ears.
But it was his eyes.
Gray-blue.
Exactly like Michael’s.
Then Noah turned his head toward Tyler.
I saw the small reddish birthmark just below his left ear.
My fingers tightened around the spoon.
No.
It couldn’t be.
Then I saw the necklace.
