him. I felt cold all over because for months after the birth, part of me had hated Desmond more because he had ignored my letter. Now the scar tore open, and while it did not absolve him, it changed the shape of the wound. Oliver squirmed, and I set him down beside Sophie.

“You are telling me,” I said slowly, “that his father knew he had children?”

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