Luke

God knows I have.

But in my defense, I fell for Megan Warner years before my older brother Eli ever noticed her, before he asked her out and made her his.

During the two years they were together, I would’ve given anything to be with Meg, anything except for losing my brother, my best friend, in a horrible accident when he was only eighteen.

Not a day goes by that I don’t miss Eli or think about the stupid mistake Meg and I made after his funeral, before she disappeared.

After four long years without a word, Megan has moved back to town, but she’s not alone. She has a three-year-old son.

My mom swears the boy with golden curls and blue eyes is Eli’s, and she’s so damn happy to get back a piece of the son she lost.

But I can’t help but wonder if she’s wrong.

In fact, I think there’s a pretty good chance that Megan’s son is actually mine.