“How could you do that to me?” I asked, my voice low and seething. “I was scared you’d take Oliver,” she said, voice quivering. “Why would I do that?” I asked, incredulous.
Tears welled in her eyes. “I’m pregnant,” she admitted. “I thought if you found out, you’d think Oliver should be with you.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“So you pretended our son was dead?” I shook my head, feeling fury and disbelief. Oliver’s small voice calling out, “Daddy!” snapped me out of my rage. He ran into my arms, and I held him tight, vowing never to let this happen again.
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