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Not for any of it.
“He asked if you’d be proud,” I added. “I told him you would be.”
“Laura…”
“I have to go.” I picked up the folder with my new registration.
“Can I…” His voice broke.
“Can I see our son?”
I looked at him for a long moment. At the man who’d left us when things got hard. Who’d chosen someone else.
Who’d missed three years of his son’s life and only came back when he had nowhere else to go.
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