moment, an old memory returned.
The platform.
The cold.
The train moving away.
The laughter.
Then the federal attorney approached and stood beside me.
“Are you ready, Mr. Keller?”
I looked toward the family I hadn’t seen in twenty years.
“Yes.”
Mom noticed me first. Motherhoodresources
She was speaking to a journalist when her eyes landed on my face.
Her smile froze.
Dad followed her gaze.
The irritation on his face vanished.
Claire, standing nearby with a champagne glass in her hand, stopped halfway through taking a sip.
For several seconds, none of them spoke.
My mother.
My father.
My sister. PlanFamily Trips
All three stood completely silent.
I walked toward them.
Mom recovered first.
She immediately opened her arms and hurried forward.
“Ethan!” she cried loudly enough for the nearby cameras to hear. “My beautiful boy has finally come home!”
I stepped aside before she could embrace me.
“No,
