My chest tightened until I could barely breathe.

“You’re… my mother?”

Tears filled her eyes as she nodded.

I stood frozen at the foot of the bed. “I don’t remember you.”

“I know.”

Her voice broke. “You were just a baby when my parents made me give you up. I didn’t understand what I was signing. I was only 18, and when they told me it was temporary, I believed them.”

She sobbed softly.

“By the time I tried to fight it, the records were sealed,” she said. “I became a ghost to the system.”

I wanted to be angry. I wanted to protect myself. For years, I had told myself I didn’t need anyone.

But she looked at me like I was everything.

“I kept your baby blanket,” she whispered. “It’s in that drawer. I brought it with me when I was admitted. I wanted it near me at the end.”

I walked slowly to the bedside table.

Inside the drawer was a small, faded blue blanket, frayed at the edges.

“I never stopped being your mother,” she said. “Not in my heart. I loved you always, even when you were taken from me.”

Something inside me broke open.

All those years of pretending I didn’t care? It wasn’t true. I was just a kid who thought he wasn’t worth keeping.

I wiped my face, embarrassed to cry in front of someone who felt like a stranger, even if she wasn’t.

“I don’t know what to say,” I admitted.

“You don’t owe me anything, Logan,” she said quickly. “If this is too much, I understand. I just wanted to see you once more.”

I looked down at my suit, and suddenly I understood why Anna had done this. She hadn’t tried to deceive me—she had tried to heal me before I stepped into a new life.

She wanted me to walk into our marriage without that shadow.

I stepped closer and took a breath.

“I’m getting married today.”

My voice faltered. “Would you like to come?”

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