“You loved chocolate chip pancakes. You used to call me Meg-mom when you were mad. You have a birthmark behind your left ear, which looks like a bird. You hated thunder.”
Jamie pressed his palms to his face. “I dreamed all those things. I thought they weren’t real.”
“She told me those dreams were just my brain coping,” Jamie said, shaking his head. “That my ‘real’ mom was gone, and I was remembering things wrong.”
He looked at me again, uncertain. “This… this doesn’t just change overnight. I don’t even know what’s real.”
“I knew this day would come.”
He looked at me again, harder this time, like he was trying to see past the face in front of him and into something buried deeper.
“Sometimes I hear a voice in my sleep,” he said shakily. “A woman calling me Billy when I’m scared. I always wake up feeling like I lost something.”
My knees nearly gave out. Nobody had called him Billy except me.
“I thought I was saving him!” Layla suddenly snapped, her voice breaking. “You were falling apart, Megan. Your marriage was cracking, the house was chaos — I thought he’d have a better life with me. I’m sorry.”
I steadied myself, rage and sorrow mixing.
“I’m sorry.”
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