They Tried to Rewrite Our Story. My Sons Didn’t Let Them

“We can’t stay here anymore,” he continued. “We’re moving out.”

I laughed weakly, thinking it had to be a joke.

Then Noah spoke. “We met our father. Evan.”

The name hit me like ice.

“He runs our program,” Noah said. “He recognized our last name. He said he’s been looking for us.”

Liam added, “He told us you kept him away. That you didn’t want him involved.”

“That’s not true,” I whispered. “He left. He disappeared.”