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The Question That Broke Everything
One evening, after putting the baby to sleep, Adam sat beside me. His face was drawn, voice quiet.

I stared at him. “What?”
“They read some article about… false paternity. They just want clarity.”

Clarity. As if our son’s very existence was a question mark in their minds.
“Do you think we should?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.
Adam hesitated. That hesitation cut deeper than words ever could.

“It couldn’t hurt,” he said. “Just to settle things.”
He looked confused. “Another one?”