Levi
I can’t stop staring at my son. My son. I have a son. Correction, I have two sons. Two sons who were born without me ever knowing they existed.
Even Malcolm is hurt by Hope’s betrayal. I would never have expected her to keep something like this from me. Ever.
“Levi, I need to nurse, LJ. Matthan will be waking up soon. He needs to nurse twice as often as LJ, and being small, he can’t wait when he’s hungry,” Hope says.
She hasn’t moved from the doorway. I’ve noticed that LJ, Levi Jr., keeps opening his mouth and turning toward my body. He must be looking for Hope.
I stand and carry him to her. “Did you name him Levi Jr. because he was more likely to survive than Matthan?” I ask, handing him to her.
She shrugs and carries him to the rocking chair. In a move that’s obviously become
