in confusion.
Several guests were already searching for more information about the organizations they had supported.
Dad approached me.
“This is family business!” he snapped. Familysupport services
I looked at him.
“No. What happened to me was a family tragedy. What investigators are examining now is a separate legal matter.”
Claire began crying.
“Ethan, please.”
I turned toward her.
“You laughed.”
She lowered her eyes.
“We were young.”
“You were seventeen.”
Her face crumpled.
“You were old enough to remember what happened.”
Mom stepped closer, tears streaming down her cheeks. Motherhoodresources
“Ethan, I’m your mother.”
For a long moment, I studied her.
I searched for something familiar.
The woman who had once held my hand when I was small.
The mother I’d spent years hoping would choose me.
But all I could remember was her face behind that train window.
Laughing.
I answered quietly.
“You were the first person who
