een y

en years for this

"Alex Miller," the boy everyone thought w

e stage I' d me

et, I watched him, my biological son, the

dreamed he' d be: confi

he boy Patricia Miller, my mother-in-law, thought she' d cleverly hidden f

ler," the boy Patricia had

cal son, a constant, bitte

basic food, second-hand

lay, and today, his role w

already a little too drunk, easily

sking in the reflected glory of "

safe, that her son, the pub

ust a quiet, perhap

ameras, the documents, the

me, Alex' s public name, to Ethan Miller on his bi

ith false smiles an

culated neglect while showering my true son, disguised as my br

nding solace with hi

t, had her own dalliances wit

ught I was b

hey woul

er, George, for "his grandson, Eth

pregnant; he inten

ed had set this

ys after bringing the wrong

omething cold, patient,

" start to move, his fa

was about