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I took his pathetic letter, folded it neatly, and slid it into a drawer beside my ultrasound photo from that life that was never meant to be.
Three months later, I got another call.
And she told me something that made me sit down so fast I nearly missed the chair. Elise had abandoned the baby with her mother and left town.
No forwarding address, no goodbye, nothing. She was just gone.
“And the baby, Oakley,” her mother whispered, her voice tired and sad.
“This little girl looks nothing like Camden. Nothing like that Rick fellow, either.”
Which means there might have been a third man.
A third lie. A third betrayal.
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