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ase the storm brewing inside me. I had always prided myself on being strong, on handling everything on m
eft me, right when I needed him most. And yet, here I was, unable to shake the memory o
curious eyes studying me as I sat on the
e. At his age, I hadn't realized how much he could read me
ing my hair behind my ear. I couldn't let him see the storm bre
sked innocently, his gaze filled with so much love. He didn't know the man he was talking about, but I could
e a whisper. "But we don't need him, Max.
with both love and guilt. I had always tried to protect him from the truth, from the fact that the man I had once l
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t was enough to unravel every piece of control I thought I had over my life. She had changed-of course, she had-but not in the ways I expected. The years had only made he
The boy she had raised alone, the life she had built without me. I had spent so many years justifying my action
hild. The child I didn't know existe
but my mind was somewhere else. Olivia. Max. I needed to know mo
y assistant, Claire, stood at the door, her expression ser
a hand through my hair. "
The weight of my own regrets pressed down on me. I couldn't let it go, not this time. I had to find her
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Marcus, his innocent questions stirring up feelings I thought I had buried. I had hoped the sight of him woul
h of recognition, the way his eyes lingered on Max. There had been someth
out him, one that was stable and safe. Max deserved better than to have
e part of me that had carried his child in silence, never able to t
ing at the contact for Marcus. The same number he had used all those years ago, the number I had never deleted.
trembling slightly as the phone rang
ive, like he hadn't expected m
ming out sharper than I in
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t after everything, I didn't know if she'd even want to speak to
my voice steady, though my mind
ting, as if she had made a
ment of truth. I had no idea what she was g
my voice barely
ied, her voice
. I needed to see her. I needed to understand why sh
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as going to say to him, or if I was even ready to face him. But there was no avoiding it now. I had
ind raced with a thousand thoughts. How was I supposed to look at him, after everything th
ut there was something different about him now. His eyes were tired, filled with g
from me, his gaze
is moment every day since I left. I know I don't deserve
orgiveness, Marcus," I said, my voice breaking. "I
flicker of realization in his eyes. "Wha
y said the words that had been
s your
eyes wide with disbelief. I saw the shock registe
" he whi
e barely a whispe