Chapter 3 - The Answer I Owed Him
I drove home without remembering the traffic lights. My husband, Daniel, had left a note beside the coffee machine: Don't forget Lily's science project. Love you. Nine years of marriage had not yet passed, but seven years of ordinary happiness had made that kitchen feel permanent. Suddenly I couldn't stand inside it.
I called the school counselor. Eli was still there, safe. A county child welfare worker was on her way. I asked the counselor to tell him I hadn't forgotten him.
Then I opened the cedar box behind our winter blankets.
Inside lay a photograph of a hospital bassinet, a tiny white cap, and a folded piece of paper: the name I'd written before I signed him away. JONAH. Underneath it, my twenty-three-year-old handwriting said, I am sorry I am scared.
I had never told Daniel. We'd met a year after the adoption. At first I'd planned to speak when I knew he loved me. Then I planned to speak when we were engaged. When Lily was born, the confession became harder. Eventually silence looked like the life we'd built.
Daniel walked in as I was holding the photograph.
“Claire?” He put down his briefcase. “What's wrong?”
I tried to talk. Nothing came. He sat beside me and waited until I could finally say, “I had a baby before we met.”
His face changed slowly. “What?”
“A son. I placed him for adoption. I thought he was safe.”
“You thought?”
“I saw him outside Lily's school today. He's nine. He was hungry, and kids were throwing things at him.”
Daniel stared at the photograph. “You never told me you had a son.”
“I know.”
“You let me tell people we were learning how to be parents together.” His voice broke on the last word. “Claire, why didn't you trust me?”
“Because I was ashamed.”
The phone rang before either of us could speak again. The caller introduced herself as Amanda Brooks, a county child welfare investigator. She confirmed Eli had run from an unapproved living arrangement and would be placed somewhere safe that night.
“I'm his birth mother,” I blurted.
Amanda went quiet. “That is important information. But it does not give you immediate custody, Mrs. Bennett.”
“I understand. I only need to know he's okay.”
“We will verify what we can. There's something else you should hear.”
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I pressed the phone harder against my ear.
“Eli says a woman named Vivian Bennett told him you were dead.”
