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The Secret He Had Been Keeping
We moved into the living room because my knees suddenly felt unreliable.
Dwayne sat on the couch with the baby still resting against him. He adjusted her blanket with such ease that I realized he had held her before.
That realization frightened me all over again.
“How long have you known this baby?” I asked.
“Almost three weeks.”
My stomach dropped.
“And her mother?”
“The same amount of time.”
He took a deep breath.
“Her name is Ruth. She’s nineteen. The baby is Lily.”
I folded my arms, trying to remain calm.
“Where did you meet them?”
“Near the old laundromat on Grace Street.”
I knew the place. It was close to the underpass, where several abandoned buildings stood behind rusted fences. It was not the kind of area where I wanted my fourteen-year-old son spending time alone.
“I saw Ruth sitting outside with Lily one afternoon,” he continued. “The baby was crying, and Ruth was trying to warm a bottle using hot water from a coffee shop. She looked exhausted.”
“So you spoke to her?”
“Not that day. I just walked home.”
He looked ashamed.
“But I kept thinking about them. The next morning, I ate breakfast at school and saved most of the lunch you packed for me. After class, I took it to her.”
I closed my eyes.
Part of me wanted to scold him for approaching a stranger and hiding it from me.
Another part understood immediately.
Of course he had stopped.
Of course the boy who noticed every tired expression on my face had noticed a struggling mother sitting alone with a hungry baby.
“What happened after that?” I asked.
“At first, I just gave her the food and left. The next day, I checked on her again. Then we started talking.”
He paused.
“She isn’t dangerous, Mom. She’s just scared and tired.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you would worry.”
“I am your mother. Worrying is part of the job.”
“And you would have told me not to go back.”
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