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blanket.
One word was written across the outside.
Daniel.
Nothing else.
Just his name.
The color drained from my husband’s face before I even opened it.
My hands shook as I unfolded the note.
Daniel,
His name is Benjamin.
You said you would help us. You said I wouldn’t have to do this alone.
I can’t keep begging you to answer me.
He’s your son too.
— Gwen
The kitchen continue reading …
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