Kate's husband has just announced he intends to find the boy she gave up as an unwed teen...
“I’m going to find him, Kate,” he said flatly. “I’m going to find our boy.”
Gulls
played overhead, water ebbed and flowed at their feet, and sunbeams
graced them with their warmth. But Kate was oblivious to all, numb from
the shock of Ward’s announcement.
Breaking stride, he turned to her, voice low, somber. “You don’t want me to find him, do you?”
She stared back, mute. The lying had to end somewhere, she told herself. Let it end here, now, today. “No, Ward. I don’t.”
“But he’s our son, Kate, our only son. Aren’t you curious? Don’t you ever wonder what became of him?”
Here. Now. Today. “Ward—honey . . .”
She
looked at him, patient, unaware; her shoulders slumped. “Of course I
wonder,” she said, loathing her cowardice. “But he has his own life now,
honey, his own identity. And having us pop up after all these years is
bound to upset him. Don’t you remember why we gave him up? Or is your
need for a son so great you’d risk his happiness?”
“Katie,
you know I’ve never regretted that our marriage produced only girls.
But somewhere in this world, there’s a boy—no, make that a man—who may
be wondering about us too. If he’s happy and secure with his life, then
I’ll leave it alone. But if there’s a chance he’s even remotely
interested in us, then I want to pursue it. It’ll be his choice, Kate. I
promise.”
“But so much could go wrong. He could be bitter, he could resent us for giving him away.” And he could have his father’s fair hair and striking green eyes.
1 comment:
Hmmm... a book I have to add to my wishlist... just the blurb makes me want to continue reading!
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