The Boy Who Appeared from the Rain Page 39
Zach pulled his ear from the side door, the one Mom had walked through to join Dad outside. The sound of soft crying had woken him. It had been her.
He had followed her to find out what was wrong. Now he knew. He hadn't been able to make out most of what she and Dad had said, but what he had heard made him want to cry, too. They were going to find another place for him. Mom didn't want him here, not really…
Clearly, she didn't want him to know. He would act like he didn't.
He tiptoed back to his room and fell onto his bed, stuffing his face into his pillow. A few tears wetted it, but one hopeful thought came to him. If he really was their son, maybe she would change her mind. Just maybe.
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