Wendy
The remaining time, I was sipping my tea while Reed scanned his tablet.
William was sitting between us, swinging his legs happily as he aggressively attacked a plate of Nancy’s blueberry pancakes.
It felt entirely surreal, but in the best possible way. This was my life. I was eighteen years old in my mind, but sitting here in this sun-drenched kitchen, watching my husband and my son, I felt a deep, instinctive pull toward this family. I wanted to belong here.
Suddenly, William stopped chewing. He set his fork down and reached into his small dinosaur-print backpack resting on the empty chair beside him. He pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of bright yellow construction paper.
"Um, Daddy?" William asked.
Reed immediately locked his tablet and set it face down on the table, g
