He Woke Me at 5 A.M. to Serve His Parents—That’s When I Knew I Wasn’t His Wife

A shock of dark hair.

“Hi,” I whispered, kissing his forehead. “Hi, Miles.”

I named him Miles because of the distance we’d traveled to get here. Miles away from the yellow house. Miles away from fear. Miles toward freedom.

“He looks like you,” Ethan said, his voice thick with emotion.

“Good,” I said, pulling my son closer. “He’s going to be kind. I’ll continue reading …