They sat on the couch, tense, shoulders square, hands in their laps like they were preparing for a funeral.
“Noah? Liam? What’s wrong?”
“Mom, we need to talk,” Liam said, his voice unfamiliar.
I sank into the armchair, damp uniform clinging.
“Okay, boys. I’m listening.”
“We can’t see you anymore, Mom. We have to move out… we’re done here,” Liam said.
“What are you talking about? Is this some kind of joke? Are you recording a prank? I swear, boys, I’m too tired for stunts.”
“Mom, we met our dad. We met Evan,” Noah said.
The name hit like ice water.
“He’s the director of our program,” Noah explained.
“He found us after orientation,” Liam added. “He saw our last name, looked into our files. He said he’d been waiting for a chance to be part of our lives.”
“And you believe him?” I asked, staring at my sons like strangers.
“He told us you kept us away,” Liam said tightly. “That he tried to help, but you shut him out.”
“That’s not true,” I whispered. “I was 17. I told Evan I was pregnant, and he promised me the world. The next morning, he was gone. No call, no text. Just gone.”
“Stop,” Liam snapped, standing. “You say he lied. But how do we know you’re not lying?”
It broke my heart.
Noah’s voice was softer. “Mom, he said unless you go to his office and agree to what he wants, he’ll get us expelled. He’ll ruin our college chances.”
“And what does he want?”
“He wants to play happy family. He said you took away 16 years. He’s trying to get appointed to a state education board. He wants you to pretend to be his wife at a banquet.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“Boys,” I said finally. “Look at me.”
They did—hesitant, hopeful.
“I would burn the entire education board to the ground before I let that man own us. Do you think I kept him from you? He left us. He chose this, not me.”
Liam blinked, something flickering in his eyes. “Mom… then what do we do?”
“We’ll agree to his terms. And then we’ll expose him when it matters most.”
The morning of the banquet, I picked up an extra shift. The boys sat in a booth, homework spread out.
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