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Mother: Claire T.
Father: Unlisted.”
And never, not once in all our years together, had Claire told me she had a child.
I stared at the page, completely stunned. My wife had lived an entire chapter of her life without me — and never told me a word.
Maybe I saw the sadness in Claire’s eyes, saw what the waiting, during my recovery, was doing to her. Perhaps, I wanted to set her free — even if I didn’t know what I was losing.
I sank back against the bed, the paper falling into my lap.
The house felt too quiet now, the silence pressing in like a second skin.
I stared at the open box on the floor, willing it to shift and offer a better explanation.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel.
Grief? Yes.
Confusion?
Absolutely.
Then came the knock at the door.
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