grow up watching me beg for love. Do not look for us until you are ready to face a judge.

At the bottom were two words.

His name is Noah…..

Part 2

I stayed in my car for forty minutes with Olivia’s letter unfolded across my lap.

Noah.

My son had a name, and I had missed the first time it was spoken.

Rain beat against the windshield. People passed through continue reading …