At My Husband’s Funeral, a Teenage Boy I Had Never Seen Before Walked up to Me and Said, ‘He Promised You’d Take Care of Me’
I walked straight to Daniel’s office.
My hands shook as I entered the numbers. The door clicked open.
Inside were neatly stacked documents, insurance policies, and a few old photographs.
I sifted through them until one image stopped me cold.
A woman holding a baby.
She had dark hair pulled into a messy bun and was smiling at the infant in her arms.
On the back, written in Daniel’s familiar handwriting, were the words: “Donna and baby Adam,” with the pair’s last name.
My breath caught.
I sank into the desk chair.
The baby in the photo couldn’t have been more than a few months old. Fifteen years earlier.
