When Mark came home, the color drained from his face.
He sat down slowly, voice trembling. “Linda… I never cheated on you. But it’s true. Anna has a brother — my son. His name is Noah.”
He explained everything: years before we met, he’d dated someone named Sarah. He never knew she was pregnant. Now, their child — Noah — was sick and needed help. When Sarah finally told him, he confirmed it through a blood test.
My world crumbled in seconds.
Mark had been secretly supporting Noah — paying medical bills, buying clothes, visiting him — because he was afraid to tell me.
I was furious, heartbroken… but when I finally met Noah, all that changed. He was quiet, with Anna’s same dimpled smile. The moment she ran up to hug him, he smiled like he’d found something he’d been missing his whole life.
Weeks turned into months. Slowly, we built something new — messy, complicated, but real. Our dinners grew louder, our home warmer. Anna had her brother, and somehow, despite everything, we began to heal.
But one night, as I tucked them into bed, Anna murmured sleepily, “See, Mommy? I told you he was coming to live with us.”
I smiled weakly. “Yes, sweetheart, you did. Who told you that again?”
Her voice drifted into the dark. “My brother did… before we even met him.”
And that’s when the chill returned — soft but unmistakable.
Because before Noah ever came into our lives… Anna had already drawn him.
What would you have done if you found out your child drew someone who didn’t exist — yet? Would you call it fate, or something else? Share your thoughts below — I’d love to hear your take on this.