My voice shook. I was trying not to cry. Telling Jacob that my father wasn’t his grandfather felt like I was undoing the work of a lifetime, or perhaps several lifetimes. Jacob reached over and took my hand once he understood. “Are you okay, Mom?” His chair scraped back as he stood and came around the table to hug me—my beautiful boy, who wouldn’t exist if everything hadn’t happened just as it did.
My beautiful daughter, who also wouldn’t exist the same way if everything had not been just as it was!
