Aiden

I should have known the irritating, restless feeling in my chest the first day I saw the boy was recognition.

Or maybe I had known all along and chose to deny it because he reminded me of a version of myself I hated. A version that belonged to a past I wasn't ready to face. A weakness and life I erased.

"He's not yours. Do you think I would have had him if he was?"

Her words echoed in my head as the silence in the car grew heavier than before.

I stared out the window, jaw locked, ...