adoption.
“They’re yours, Kim.”
I named them Caleb and Noah.
And from that moment, they became my entire world.
Raymond remained there too.
He attended birthdays, school plays and holidays. He taught Noah to drive when I was too nervous. He drove through a snowstorm when Caleb was injured at hockey camp.
I always called him my best friend.
I never questioned why he never married.
I never questioned why he rarely dated.
For twenty years, I thought I understood our story.
Until my sons brought that basket back.
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