“Logan, why are you standing there looking so gloomy?” she asked. “It’s your wedding day!”
I blinked at her.
“Do we know each other?”
She frowned. It was a deep, hurt look that made me feel like I had just kicked a puppy.
“Tell me what?”
She looked down at her flowers.
“I really don’t want to do this. I don’t want to ruin her secret. But it will be worse if you don’t find out now.”
She leaned closer.
Her voice dropped to an urgent whisper, and she told me something so unbelievable that for a moment I thought I’d lost my mind.
The woman shook her head. “She’s in room 214.
Go and see for yourself.”
I turned to look around the hospital lobby. I don’t remember walking. One second I was by the front door, and the next I was at the end of a long, beige hallway.
I was staring at a pale wooden door. There were black numbers screwed into it: Room 214.
I spun around. Anna was standing a few feet away.
She looked incredible in her wedding dress, but she also looked terrified.
“Mrs. Patterson told me she spoke to you,” she said quietly.
“You knew all this time and didn’t tell me?” I replied.
A nurse glanced at us, but I didn’t care.
She swallowed hard.
“Yes. I was going to tell you.”
“When? After the vows?” I snapped.
“You were going to let me promise you forever without knowing my… without knowing she was right here?”
“Why? This was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives. I trusted you, Anna, and you betrayed me.”
Anna’s jaw tightened, and she stepped closer.
“I never betrayed you. I asked you to trust me because I know exactly how you work, Logan! You shut down when you’re hurting.
You run when you’re afraid.”
The truth in her words hit hard. “So you tricked me instead?”
“I protected something fragile. If I had told you a week ago, you wouldn’t have come today.” She glanced at the door.
“She doesn’t have much time left, Logan. I was afraid that by the time you felt ready to face her, it would be too late.”
All the anger drained away, replaced by pure terror. I looked at the door.
Anna nodded.
“You should go in… or don’t. It’s your choice.
But please, don’t make this about me tricking you. Not now. I know I could’ve handled this better, but everything I did was to ensure you could have this chance to meet her.”
My fingers shook as I gingerly gripped the doorhandle.
I wasn’t ready for this, but Anna’s words had frightened me. What if I walked away now and never got another chance to see her?
I turned the handle and pushed the door open.
Inside, the room was quiet.
A frail woman was propped up against some pillows. Her hair was thin and silver.
When I stepped inside, she looked up.
Her eyes were my eyes.
The same shape. The same color.
“Logan?” she whispered.
My chest tightened so much that I could hardly breathe.
“You’re… my mother?”
Tears pooled in her eyes.
She nodded.
I stood frozen at the foot of her bed. “I don’t remember you.”
Her voice broke. “You were just a baby when my parents made me give you up.
I didn’t know what I was signing. I was only 18, and when they told me it was only temporary, I believed them.”
She let out a sob.
“By the time I dared to fight back, the records were sealed,” she continued. “I was a ghost to the state.”
I wanted to be angry.
I wanted to protect myself. I had spent 20 years telling myself I was fine on my own.
But she looked at me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
“I kept your baby blanket,” she whispered.
“It’s in that drawer right there. I brought it with me when I was admitted. I wanted it close by when my time came.”
I crossed the room slowly.
I opened the small plastic drawer next to the bed.
Inside, there was a faded blue blanket, small and frayed at the edges.
“I never stopped being your mother,” she said. “Not in my heart.
I loved you, always, even though you were lost to me.”
The words cracked something open inside me.
All those years of telling myself I didn’t care? I was lying.
All those times I told Anna I was fine without answers? I wasn’t fine. I was a kid who thought he wasn’t worth keeping.
I wiped at my face.
I was embarrassed to be crying in front of a stranger, even if that stranger was my mother.
“I don’t know what to say,” I admitted.
“You don’t owe me a thing, Logan,” she said quickly. “If this is too much for you, I understand.
I really do. I just wanted to see you again, just once.”
I looked down at my suit, and I finally understood why Anna had done this. She wasn’t trying to trick me.
She was trying to heal me before I started a new life.
She wanted me to go into our marriage without that heavy shadow behind me.
I stepped closer to the bed and took a deep breath.
My voice caught in my throat.
“Would you like to come?”
Her eyes widened. “To your wedding? Right now?”
“If you’re feeling strong enough.
It’s just down the hall in the chapel.”
She nodded so hard that a few tears flew off her cheeks. “I would love that more than anything.”
I walked back out into the hallway. Anna was still there.
She was twisting her hands together, looking at her shoes.
For the first time in all the years I had known her, she looked unsure of us.
She looked like she was waiting for me to leave.
I stopped right in front of her. She looked up, her eyes searching mine for any sign of anger.
“You were right,” I said.
She blinked.
“That I care.
That I needed this.”
A single tear slipped down her cheek. “I just wanted you to be whole, Logan.”
“I know that now, and I am so sorry I accused you of being cruel. I was just scared.”
“I know you were,” she whispered.
I took her hands in mine.
“Thank you, Anna, for being my courage. For giving me this chance to learn the truth. I’m sorry you felt you had to do it like this, but if you’re still willing, let’s go and get married.”
She smiled.
***
Ten minutes later, we were in the small hospital chapel.
It wasn’t fancy. There were no decorations, and hardly any guests. Mrs.
Patterson, the lady I met earlier, handed Anna the white bouquet.
My mother was in a wheelchair parked right at the front.
When Anna started walking toward me, I didn’t see the hospital walls anymore. I saw the person who loved me enough to face my biggest demons for me.
When it came time to sign the marriage certificate, my mother signed as our witness.
Her hand was shaky, but she wrote her name clearly.
When I said my vows, I meant every single syllable.
We walked out of that chapel as husband and wife.
My mother was smiling, Anna was beaming, and for the first time in my entire life, I didn’t feel like the kid who was left behind at the orphanage. I didn’t feel like a mistake or a burden.
I felt chosen.
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