I sat there, numb, the room spinning. All the pieces slid into place — the medical bills, the hidden clothes, Anna’s innocent words.
“So you’ve been seeing him,” I said, my voice trembling. “Supporting him. Behind my back.”
He reached across the table, his hand hovering just above mine. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I was terrified. Afraid you’d think I was lying, or worse, that you’d walk away.
I just wanted to protect us, protect Anna. But Linda… Noah needs me now. He’s my son. And that makes him part of us, too.”
The silence between us was deafening. My heart ached, not just for Anna, not just for this little boy I’d never met, but for me. For the trust that had been shattered in an instant.
And more than anything, I felt the sting of betrayal.
I sat frozen, my gaze locked on the tiny dinosaur T-shirt lying among the scattered papers. My hands trembled in my lap, unable to reach for it, as if touching it would make everything too real.
Inside me, emotions collided violently: rage, heartbreak, and confusion. But beneath it all was one thought that refused to let go: There’s a child out there. An innocent child.
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