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The room went silent. The lie was filthy, transparent, and absurd. Greg didn’t flinch. He faced the man who had abandoned a woman with newborns and replied calmly, more terrifying than a shout: “You left her with three newborns, Adam. Rewrite your story however you like, but we’ve lived in truth for twelve years. We raised those kids while you were busy being a coward.”
We walked out of that station and never looked back. We chose not to tell the triplets about the encounter. Now almost teenagers, they are smart, resilient, and brilliant in their own ways: Amara an artist, Andy the family comedian, Ashton a tiny rebel with a golden heart. They know Adam left by choice and understand that family isn’t defined by blood—it’s defined by who stays when the world gets loud.
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