but let out a small, genuine laugh. While I loved my son dearly, I lacked the disciplined commitment required to maintain such a ruse for over a decade without slipping up once.
“No, honey,” I answered, leaning against the counter and meeting his eyes. “I promise you, that isn’t my doing. I am just as clueless as you are. I’ve spent years trying to figure out who has been thinking of you so consistently, but I’ve come up empty every time.”
He fell silent then, his gaze dropping back to
