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“Raymond gave it to us,” Noah finally said.
My heart stopped.
“What?”
“The basket,” Caleb explained. “And he told us the truth.”
Apparently, months earlier, Raymond had invited my sons to his house.
He told them he had been carrying a secret for twenty years.
“There wasn’t a woman who abandoned us on your porch,” Caleb said.
I stared at him.
“What are you talking about?”
“There was a surrogate.”
The room seemed to tilt.
Noah continued carefully.
“Raymond arranged everything.”
I couldn’t speak.
They explained that after my
