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real part before she learned the rest.
The second night, Damen tucked Lily in, brown bear under her arm, nightlight low.
“Damen,” she asked, “do you have a wife?”
“No.”
“Do you have any children?”
His hand stopped on the blanket.
“I have just found out that I do.”
“Recently?”
“Yes.”
“How old is she?”
“Six. Like you.”
“Does she know you are her dad?”
“Not yet. continue reading …
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