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As soon as the door closed behind me, I quickly exited the building and ran to my car.
Where the tears fell.
How did she not realize?
How was she happy holding HIS son to her breast?
Where did this leave me?
That wasn't MY family in that hospital room.
It was HIS.
Knowledge.
Choices.
Do I try to find him to let him know?
Do I try to look past his DNA?
The child is half Bella.
Half of my wife.
Would that be enough?
