They were told that the biological parents believed the baby was unlikely to survive. Tyler listened to all of it without speaking.
Then he looked at me.
“So I had a brother?” he said. My voice trembled. “Yes.”
“What happened to him?”
“He died when he was nine.
Car accident.”
“Oh.” Tyler lowered his head.
He was quiet for a moment. When he looked up, there was something in his face I couldn’t quite name.
“It almost seems unfair. He was born healthy, and I wasn’t, but… but I’m still here.” He looked at his adoptive parents.
“I’m the lucky one.”
His mother moved closer to him and put an arm around his shoulders.
I watched him lean into her, and my heart broke a little.
