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fixed on me. Waiting. Trusting me to tell them the truth even if it hurt.
“I found out that I am not your biological father.”
The words hung in the air like smoke.
Silence. Complete, absolute silence. The air conditioning kicked on, and even that normal sound felt wrong in this moment.
“I don’t understand,” Wyatt said against my chest, his voice muffled continue reading …
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