When Eli returned from his grandmother’s house, I hugged him tightly. I asked whether Trevor had ever made him uncomfortable. At first, he shook his head, but then he quietly admitted something. Trevor had once told him that after the wedding, he would have to live somewhere else because grown-ups needed their own lives.
Eli had believed it was his fault. He thought Trevor didn’t want him around because he wasn’t his biological father. I held my son and promised him that nothing could ever change how much I loved him. Then Eli remembered something else: Trevor had left a small envelope in his bedroom before the vacation. He had hidden it because he was afraid I would become angry.
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