At My Mother’s Funeral, a Woman Slipped a Baby Into My Arms and Said, ‘She Wanted You to Have Him’

My pulse spiked. “My mother never told me anything about this.”

“She didn’t want to add more to your plate. She said you had enough to carry.”

I looked down at Lucas. He clung to my sweater with sticky hands, eyes darting between us. I cleared my throat.

“She said you had enough to carry.”

“But I have a life and a career in Frankfurt, not here.”