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John smiled. "Sanford, you were born with a twin sister named Antoinette. She died when you were three weeks old from Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. Your mother chose to forget about her, and wanted to have more babies. I refused, and was glad when she had a miscarriage."

The whole table fell silent at the bombshell.

"You're lying. Mom never miscarried and I never had a twin sister," Sandy accused.

"I'm not lying, Sanford. Your mother miscarried three times. Twice before you were born and once after your birth. Antoinette was just unfortunate. Your mother was the one to find her."

"You're lying," Sandy screeched. He got up from the table and bolted outside.

"I'll go after him," Kirsten said.

"Are you sure?" Ryan asked his mother. Kirsten nodded.

"I can't believe you just hurt him like that," Summer told him.

"Why do you care?" John asked her.

"Because that man you just hurt is the sweetest man I have ever known. He took into Ryan when his mother abandoned him. You just abandoned your family and got one exactly like the one you left!"

"Shut up," Laurel warned.

"I will not shut. I will calm down because I'm pregnant, but how dare you two sit here and hurt him? Sandy Cohen doesn't deserve that!"

"Do not to tell me what to do," John warned.

"What are you going to do about it? You're dying," Ryan said.

"How are you doing?" Kirsten asked her husband; glad she had escaped the chaos that was dinner.

"Not good," Sandy answered.

"Well, at you least know that it was a good thing John left you," Kirsten said to her husband.

"It still hurts," Sandy confessed and dissolved into sobs.

Kirsten felt tears building up, but she pushed them. Now was not the time to cry. She had to be strong for Sandy. Sandy put his head on his wife's shoulder, and Kirsten rubbed circles on his back.

"You are a selfish, selfish man," Taylor told John.

"Don't you talk to me like that, you stupid little girl!"

"Don't you ever call my wife that again," Ryan told John through clenched teeth.

"And what are you going to do about it? You're not even related to me."

Ryan got up from the table angrily. "I may not be related to you, but I'm happy about that. I wouldn't want to be related to a man who thinks it's fun to hurt his youngest son."

"And what are you going to do about it?" John mocked.

Ryan smiled, and punched John.

The entire Cohen family, minus Laurel and John's other three children, erupted into cheers.

TBC

Sorry for the short update. I promise next chapter will be longer.