At my son Daniel’s college graduation, I sat alone, missing my late husband, Mark. As the ceremony began, I noticed a young woman holding a baby near the stage. She walked toward me, placed the baby in my arms, and whispered, “He’s yours now.” Stunned, I asked what she meant. Through tears, she explained: her name was Emma. She and Daniel had dated briefly the previous year, and she’d gotten pregnant.
Afraid and alone, she kept it secret—until today. The baby’s name was Marcus, after my husband. Emma said she couldn’t raise him alone anymore. Then she disappeared into the crowd. When Daniel saw the baby after the ceremony, he was confused.
