My 18-Year-Old Son Moved in With His Best Friend – Two Days Later, He Came Home Crying With a Confession

He looked at me for a long moment.

“I know.”

“And we’ll figure it out together.”

“Yeah,” he finally said. “We’ll figure it out.”

At the time, I believed him.

Back in the hospital, I looked at Susan.

“He was scared,” I whispered.

“Very.”

“But he never mentioned adoption. Not once. After the delivery, I woke up, and he told me one of our babies had died.”