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“What are you doing here?”
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“You left,” I said. “You never told me you took my son.”
I held out Bill’s dinosaur shirt. “He wore this every night. He called it his lucky shirt.”
Jamie stared at the shirt, then at me. “Why do I remember that? I used to dream about dinosaurs. I thought it was just… a story.”
My voice cracked. “No, honey. That was your life. With me.”
Jamie looked to Layla, hope and dread warring in his eyes. “You said my mom died. You said you found me at the hospital waiting for you.”
Layla shook her head, crying harder. “I picked you up from school, Jamie. I told them I was your aunt — your emergency contact. I had all the information from helping Megan… no one questioned it. And after that, I stayed close. I helped with the search. I stood right next to her while she begged for you back.”
“Why do I remember that?”
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“I lied,” Layla whispered. “And then I kept lying.”
Mike’s fists clenched. “You let us grieve him for 15 years.”
Layla looked down. “I knew this day would come.”
I turned to Jamie, desperate.
“You loved chocolate chip pancakes. You used to call me Meg-mom when you were mad. You have a birthmark behind your left ear, which looks like a bird. You hated thunder.”
Jamie pressed his palms to his face. “I dreamed all those things. I thought they weren’t real.”
“She told me those dreams were just my brain coping,” Jamie said, shaking his head. “That my ‘real’ mom was gone, and I was remembering things wrong.”
He looked at me again, uncertain. “This… this doesn’t just change overnight. I don’t even know what’s real.”
“I knew this day would come.”
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He looked at me again, harder this time, like he was trying to see past the face in front of him and into something buried deeper.
“Sometimes I hear a voice in my sleep,” he said shakily. “A woman calling me Billy when I’m scared. I always wake up feeling like I lost something.”
My knees nearly gave out. Nobody had called him Billy except me.
“I thought I was saving him!” Layla suddenly snapped, her voice breaking. “You were falling apart, Megan. Your marriage was cracking, the house was chaos — I thought he’d have a better life with me. I’m sorry.”
I steadied myself, rage and sorrow mixing.
“I’m sorry.”
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“You took my son and built a life out of my loss. You let me bury him while he was still alive. You didn’t save him — you stole fifteen years and called it love.”
Jamie shook his head. “You made me think I was alone in the world. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Layla said nothing.
Mike’s voice cut through, trembling. “You need to answer for what you’ve done.”
Layla nodded, broken. “I will. I’ll tell the truth. To everyone.”
“You stole fifteen years and called it love.”
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We didn’t leave right away.
I looked Layla in the eye. “You’re coming home with us. You owe our family the truth.”
Layla tried to protest, but Bill spoke up, his voice firm for the first time.
“I need answers. And you owe my… mom that much.”
Layla nodded, defeated. “I’ll come.”
“I need answers.”
