I thought my mother was the only family I had—until a stranger walked up to me at my college graduation and said one sentence that made my entire life story fall apart.
My name is Evan. I’m twenty-two, and last spring, I graduated from college. For most of my life, I believed I knew exactly where I came from. My mom, Laura, raised me alone from the day I was born. There was no father, no stepfather, no relatives stepping in to fill the empty space. It had always been just the two of us.
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