Now I understand what she means by being reminded every moment.
The boy is shaking with energy and just wants to burst out talking with her, but stops. He sees me there with his mom and hesitates. Jenna wraps her arms around the boy as he leans close to her with a sense of shyness and curiosity.
“Thomas . . . this is my friend and Daddy’s friend, Mallory.” She smiles at me. “This is our son, Thomas.”
Her eyes sparkle when she looks down at him. Her gaze repositions to me, and it is obvious in this moment that my response to meeting Thomas has been important to Jenna.
“Hello,” I say. I’m speaking, but also digesting this situation at the same time. “Thomas, it’s so nice to meet you.” The realization that Thomas is not biologically Ryan’s son lands on me in the most peculiar way.
“Nice
