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red and wet. “They told me you wouldn’t survive losing another baby. Not after the miscarriages. Not after the depression.”
I Was Called to School Because My Son Got Into an Altercation – When I Saw the Boy Sitting Next to Him, I Went Pale
My jaw clenched. “You didn’t get to decide that.”
“I know,” he whispered. “I know.”
Noah laughed once, broken. “Okay. Sure. You let me call you Dad.”
