“Shh…she did. She did.” June strokes my hair, kisses my forehead, whispers her soft coos of solace into my ear. “She gave you to us, Brant.” Her own tears get the better of her, and she chokes out, “She gave you to me.” My heart stutters. My breath hitches, realization dawning on me. Oh my God. All this time… All this time I’d been angry and bitter, thinking my mother had broken her promise. She’d whispered hopeful words into a little boy’s ear that she couldn’t possibly keep. But June is right. My God, June is right. My mother never broke her promise. She said she’d always protect me and she
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