I exhaled. “It’s not perfect,” I said. “But it’s real. And we’ll build something better.”
I was leaving my charity gala when a barefoot boy pressed his face to the framed wedding photo and whispered, “That’s my mom.” I laughed—until he pointed at my bride and said, “She told me to stay quiet… or you’d hate me.” My chest went cold. “Kid, what’s your name?” He swallowed hard. “Eli. And she’s been hiding me for ten years.” In that moment, my perfect life started cracking—fast.
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