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Chapter Twenty-Seven

I rested my forehead on the warm window, closing my eyes and letting the sun melt away my troubles. He wasn’t my dad. I kept thinking it over and over in my mind, our conversation replaying on a loop. You’d think that I would find some sort of joy in discovering I wasn’t related to him, but he was still the man that raised me.

The man that was biologically my father was another matter altogether. Very briefly I pictured what life could have been like with a loving father and a mother that didn’t have to hide. I could see us standing in front of a brilliant white house with blue shutters complete with the white picket fence. The perfect family.

But that wasn’t reality.

Reality was that my real father terrified my mother so badly that she ran from him. Even went as far as to erase her and Liam’s past. What puzzled

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