When Her Secret Son Blew Up My Life

ning, my doo

d in his arms is a small boy with big, brown eyes and

art s

the boy on his hip. He looks exhausted, his face a mask of grief. "It' s L

him, my mind a b

was Jen' s best friend. She died on a mission a few months back. Saved Je

ic, tragic story. It' s al

in her hand. Her face registers surpr

s Leo okay?" She moves toward the

ghts up. "Mama!" he cries,

g to me. She recovers quickly, taking the boy and huggi

' m so sorry, Ethan. I know this is a lot. Drew' s been

e resemblance is undeniable. The same

question is quiet, but it hangs in t

illy. I told you, he' s my best friend' s son

uty and sacrifice. I used to admire her for

fidgeting with a silver chain. On it ha

od run

a car bombing in Beirut. I pulled her from the wreckage of that burning car myself. Sh

ging around her s

just about a mission or a hidden pregnancy. T

still there, a massive, gaping wound, but it' s

myself say. "If he ne

eved. Drew loo

They have no idea they'

ing to work, trying to breathe. I hear

ere Drew is staying. It' s slightly aja

s hands are on her waist. She' s whisperi

ne over her shoulder. He doesn' t lo

mirk. He holds my gaze for a long sec

turn around, walk back to my r