“We told you—”
“I know,” I interrupted, my voice steady now. “And I’m not leaving.”
Jace appeared behind her.
He looked between us, confused. “Mom… what’s going on?”
I looked at him—really looked this time.
Every feature. Every detail.
My heart knew.
“Toby,” I said softly.
He frowned. “My name is Jace.”
“I know that’s what they call you,” I replied. “But you were born Toby.”
The woman’s face went pale.
“Please,” I said, my voice breaking again, “just let me talk to him.”
Jace looked at the woman. “Mom?”
She hesitated… then slowly stepped aside.
We sat in their living room. No one spoke at first.
Then I told him everything.
About the accident. About the years I spent grieving. About the sound of a bouncing ball I could never forget.
He listened quietly, his expression unreadable.
When I finished, he looked at the woman who raised him.
“Is it true?” he asked.
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