Several weeks passed.
The apartment began to look more like a home.
Luke and Ben had painted the living room.
They chose a pale color instead of gray.
They bought a secondhand table.
They put the photograph from Luke's first birthday on the shelf.
Luke sent me a picture of it.
Underneath, he wrote:
"Still keeping the old memories."
I smiled when I saw it.
Their lives were becoming ordinary again.
Not completely.
There were still conversations to have.
There were still uncomfortable moments.
But the discovery no longer controlled every hour of the day.
One afternoon, Luke invited me to visit.
He wanted to show me something.
When I arrived, Ben was sitting on the floor surrounded by photographs.
There were pictures from school.
Birthday parties.
Family gatherings.
A holiday at the beach.
I recognized most of them.
"Where did all these come from?"
Luke smiled.
"Ben found them at his parents' house."
I sat beside them.
There was a photograph of the boys at about six years old.
They were standing beside a birthday cake.
Their faces were covered in frosting.
I laughed.
"That was the day you two refused to share."
Ben looked at the picture.
"I remember."
Luke grinned.
"You pushed me."
"You stole my piece."
I watched them.
They were arguing about a childhood memory.
It felt like a gift.
Luke picked up another photograph.
This one showed Robert holding him when he was very small.
I recognized the day.
It had been taken at a family gathering.
Luke looked at it for a long time.
"Mom, did you take this?"
I nodded.
"Yes."
"Why was Robert holding me?"
"He offered to help."
Luke nodded.
He didn't look upset.
Just thoughtful.
Ben picked up another picture.
It showed Diane holding both boys.
They were standing in front of a Christmas tree.
Luke laughed.
"She always made us wear matching sweaters."
Ben groaned.
"Those sweaters were terrible."
We laughed.
Then Luke placed the photographs into two piles.
"These are going to the apartment."
I looked at him.
"All of them?"
"Some of them."
He held up the picture of the boys at the birthday cake.
"This one stays."
I nodded.
He continued.
"I want the others organized."
Ben agreed.
They planned to make a small album.
Not a collection about the secret.
Just a record of their childhood.
I thought that was a good idea.
Before I left, Luke asked me to sit down.
He had something he wanted to tell me.
"Ben and I have talked about the future."
I smiled.
"About the apartment?"
"Yes."
He nodded.
"We're going to finish the lease."
"Good."
"And after that, we'll decide what we want to do."
I was pleased.
They weren't making decisions out of fear.
They were giving themselves time.
Luke continued.
"We also talked to our parents."
I looked at him.
"All of them?"
He smiled.
"Yes."
They had agreed that future family gatherings would not be used to pressure the boys into behaving a certain way.
No one would demand immediate closeness.
No one would expect forgiveness on a schedule.
And nobody would use the secret as a reason to argue in front of them.
I felt relieved.
"That sounds sensible."
Ben nodded.
"We don't want to keep hearing adults explain what we should feel."
I laughed softly.
"Fair enough."
Luke looked at me.
"There's one more thing."
"What?"
"We want everyone to stop calling the apartment arrangement a mistake."
I frowned.
"Who said that?"
"Nobody directly. But I can tell some people think we shouldn't have moved in together."
I nodded.
"I understand."
Luke looked at Ben.
"We chose to live together because we were friends. Finding out we're brothers doesn't make that decision wrong."
Ben smiled.
"Exactly."
I looked at both boys.
"You don't owe anyone an explanation for wanting to remain friends."
Luke nodded.
That evening, I received a telephone call from Diane.
She wanted to know whether I would be comfortable meeting for coffee.
I agreed.
We met at a small café.
She arrived carrying her handbag and a photograph.
It was another picture of Luke and Ben.
She placed it on the table.
"I thought you might want this."
I looked at it.
The boys were sitting on the floor surrounded by toys.
They looked about four years old.
I smiled.
"I remember this day."
Diane nodded.
"They were inseparable."
I looked at her.
"Yes."
She lowered her eyes.
"I've thought about what you said."
"What?"
"That we can't get the years back."
I nodded.
She continued.
"But perhaps we can make the years ahead better."
I considered that.
"Perhaps."
She looked at me.
"I don't expect everything to be the same."
"Neither do I."
For a moment, we sat quietly.
Then she smiled faintly.
"I hope the boys remain close."
I looked at the photograph.
"So do I."
When I returned home, I placed the photograph beside the others.
I no longer felt the need to hide it.
It belonged to a time before the truth had become difficult.
And it still belonged to the boys.
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