Tears blurred my vision.
“But I want her to adopt me. Not because I need someone… but because she’s already been my mom.”
Estella let out a sob.
Judge Brenner smiled gently.
“Well then,” he said, “I think we have our answer.”
Outside, the air felt warmer.
My hands shook as I tried to fix my shoe strap.
Alan walked around the car, pulled a tissue from his pocket, and handed it to me.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I said.
“You’re welcome, Mom.”
It was only the second time I had ever heard him speak.
But the certainty in his voice told me everything.
He wasn’t hiding anymore.
That night, I made his favorite dinner.
He sat close, finished everything on his plate.
At bedtime, I reached for the old book I’d been reading to him for years.
But before I could open it, he touched my hand.
“Can I read tonight?” he asked.
I handed him the book, holding back tears.
He turned the pages carefully… and began reading.
In the end, I didn’t need to hear “I love you.”
I only needed to know I had built a home—one he chose to stay in.
