And while I was learning to be a mother to my one son, my other son grew up believing that someone else…
It was his mother.
I looked at Stefan.
She wept softly.
Did you know that?
He shook his head.
NO.
"Did you know that Mark was your father?"
Yes.
Did you know you have a brother?
"Only before the start of school."
He looked at Cole.
"She was the first person who made me feel like I belonged somewhere."
Cole wiped his eyes.
– You are my brother.
Stefan nodded.
I know.
The boys hugged each other.
And at that moment my anger finally broke.
stand out.
I covered my mouth and cried.
Eight years.
For eight years I believed one of my children was dead.
A child was missing for eight years, but was alive the entire time.
Eight years that can never come back.
I walked towards Stefan.
He seemed nervous.
I stopped in front of him.
"I don't know what to call you."
He seemed confused.
Mother?
This word deeply shocked me.
I threw him into my arms.
It froze for half a second.
Then he hugged me back.
He was taller than Cole.
His shoulders were somewhat broader.
But when he leaned his head against mine, I realized something I couldn't explain.
The scent of baby shampoo.
The warmth of her skin.
The small birthmark under my fingers.
My son.
My lost son.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered.
Stefan began to sob.
"I thought you
"You don't love me."
NO.
I hugged him tighter.
Never.
Mark was crying on the other side of the room.
I looked at him.
For a moment I wanted to hate him.
Perhaps a part of me would always do that.
But there was one last question.
"What happened to Rebecca?"
