Chapter 11
After the meeting, Lynley wanted to come home with me. He looked up at me, tugging on my sleeve.
“Mommy, I want to eat your cooking. Please let me come home with you.”
Acelynn came running up behind us, her face cold, and snatched Lynley into her arms.
“Lynley, are you trying to upset Mommy? I’ve told you not to associate with Lesley. Why won’t you listen?”
Lynley cried uncontrollably in Acelynn’s
arms. Keith arrived, his face dark with anger,
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and scolded Lynley.
Terrified, Lynley fell silent, clinging to Acelynn and casting a pitiful glance at me. I averted my eyes, holding Oliver’s hand and preparing to leave.
But Keith stepped in front of me, his gaze surprised when he saw Oliver.
“Who is he?”
Oliver, frightened, hid behind me.
“You scared him. Who he is has nothing to do with you.“”
Keith reached out towards Oliver, but I quickly picked him up and moved away.
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“Keith,” I said coldly, “don’t take your anger out on a child.”
Keith stared at me in silence for a while, his expression complicated. Eventually, Acelynn managed to pull him away.
I took Oliver not back home, but to the hospital. It was at that moment I realized why Oliver looked so familiar. He resembled Keith so closely–his eyes, his nose–he was like a carbon copy.
I had several institutions conduct paternity tests–between Oliver and me, and between Lynley and me. When I received the results, my hands trembled.
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If my suspicion was correct, and Oliver was indeed my child, did Keith know that Lynley
wasn’t our child?
When I saw the results, the anxiety in my heart finally eased, replaced by an overwhelming anger. Lynley was not my
child.
Lynley, Lynnie.
I laughed through my tears. I used to think the name Lynley was chosen for our child because it was similar to my name, Lesley. How could I have never noticed this? It was all for Acelynn.
Seeing me cry, Oliver shrank into my embrace, wiping my tears.
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“Mommy, are you very sad?”
This child in my arms was truly mine. Oliver, Ollie.
“No, Mommy isn’t sad. Mommy is very happy.”
I was overjoyed that my child had returned to me, that he was still alive. I held Oliver and cried for a long time.
