Part 4 The DNA test confirmed it — 99.9%. Rowan was mine.
Part 4
The DNA test confirmed it — 99.9%. Rowan was mine.
The police investigation tore everything apart. My mother was arrested for kidnapping, fraud, and falsifying official documents. Mark was arrested too — he had known for years and stayed silent while I grieved.
The twins met their brother for the first time in our living room. The three of them stood there staring at each other, then hugged so tightly I thought they’d never let go.
It’s been six months since that birthday.
We’re healing — slowly, messily, painfully. There are nightmares. There is anger. There are days I can’t look at my mother’s old photos without wanting to scream.
But there is also laughter again.
Three boys at my dinner table. Three voices calling me “Mom.” Three futures I thought I’d lost forever.
Grandma and Mark will rot in prison for what they stole from us.
Rowan sleeps in the bedroom we once prepared for him. Sometimes I stand at his door at night just to watch him breathe.
I thought I lost one son.
Turns out I just got him back on his 18th birthday.
Karma took eighteen years.
But she finally came.