EDEN'S POV
Yes.
The word should feel like an answer.
Instead it feels like an explosion.
For several seconds I simply stare at Janice because my brain can't seem to process what just happened, and even though I've suspected it for weeks, even though every timeline and every instinct kept leading me here, hearing her finally say it out loud hits harder than I ever imagined.
Jack is my son,my son.
The thought repeats endlessly inside my head while Janice sits across from me with tears running down her face, and suddenly every memory I have of the last few weeks begins rearranging itself into something completely different.
The drawings,the dinosaur arguments,the hospital room,the way he trusted me immediately.
The way being around him always felt natural.
Now I understand why.
I lo
