I Adopted a Homeless Woman’s 4-Year-Old Son – 14 Years Later, My Husband Revealed What the Boy Was ‘Hiding’

“I’m okay,” Noah said quickly.

“You never stay after school for any clubs,” Caleb said. “Is there anything you’re interested in that the school doesn’t offer?”

Noah hesitated.

“I’m good.”

He finished eating, rinsed his plate, and wiped the counter. He slung his backpack on and paused at the door.

“Bye,” he said.

“Have a good day,” I replied.

Caleb added, “Text me if you need a ride.”

Noah shook his head. “I’ll walk.”

The door closed.

I exhaled, smiling as I poured more coffee.

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