I was frosting a grocery-store sheet cake that said “CONGRATS, LEO!” in blue icing when my son walked into the kitchen looking like he’d seen a ghost.
That made me put the piping bag down.
Leo was eighteen, tall, and usually easy in his own skin. But that day, he stood in the doorway, pale and tight-jawed, his phone clutched so hard I thought he might crack it.
“Hey, baby,” I said. “You look terrible. Tell me you didn’t eat Grandpa’s leftover potato salad.”
“CONGRATS, LEO!”
He didn’t crack a smile.
“Leo?”
He dragged a hand through his hair. “Mom, can you sit down? Please?”
Nobody says that casually when you’ve raised them alone.
That got me the faintest breath of a laugh.
“Not that, Mom.”
“Okay. Great. Not great, but better.”
I sat at the kitchen table. Leo stayed standing for a second, then finally sat across from me.
“Mom, can you sit down? Please?”
“Mom?” Leo whispered.
I couldn’t answer. I grabbed another letter.
“I don’t know if you hate me. My mother says you do. I don’t believe her, but I don’t know how to reach you otherwise.”
“Oh no, no, no,” I muttered.
“I know this looks bad.”
Leo moved closer. “What is it?”
“He thought I hated him.”
Gwen let out a shaky breath. “That’s what our mother told him. She didn’t just lie, Heather. She stole eighteen years from all of you.”
I opened the third letter so fast I almost tore it.
“If it’s a boy, I hope he laughs like you do when you’re really happy.”
My hand flew to my mouth.
“He thought I hated him.”
I nodded and passed him one of the birthday cards.
“Read it,” I said.
He opened it carefully.
Inside, the handwriting was Andrew’s.
“To my child,
I don’t know if you’ll ever see this. But if your mom tells you I loved her, believe that with your entire heart.”
Nobody spoke.
Then Leo looked at Gwen. “You knew about this?”
“I don’t know if you’ll ever see this.”
“I didn’t know about the letters then,” Gwen said. “I was away at college, and my mother had already decided I was a disgrace, so nobody told me anything unless they had to. Andrew called me after they moved, frantic. He told me Heather was pregnant, and that Mom wouldn’t let him go back.”
