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The light in the room seemed to dim. I took the folder from his hand. I looked at the charts, the numbers, the undeniable scientific proof that my life was a fraud.
32 years. I had raised another man’s son for 32 years. I had paid for his college. I had bought him his cars. I had given him my name. And all the while, Silas was eating at my table, laughing continue reading …
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