I ACCIDENTALLY SAW MY PREGNANT DAUGHTER WITH MY 48-YEAR-OLD BEST FRIEND AT A RESTAURANT.

Hours later, Elliot and Mia sat in the hospital waiting room, the tension thick. Finally, Mia broke the silence. “You’ve got it all wrong,” she said, her voice shaking. “The baby isn’t his.”

Elliot turned to her, confusion and guilt battling within him. “Then what’s going on, Mia?”

She took a deep breath. “The baby is Dylan’s. We were together after I left, but when I told him I was pregnant, he bailed. I had nowhere to go, so I went to Joshua. He let me stay with him and helped me figure things out. That’s it, Dad. He’s been helping me.”

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