“And yet, she’s still alive.” I turn over, facing him. “She’s a survivor, Chris. A strong, brave woman who gave birth to a strong, brave man. She might not have been able to raise you, but somehow you still have her fighting spirit, her inherent goodness.” He blinks, setting a big, fat tear free. It falls on my chest, soaking through my shirt. “Princess—” “Shh. You need to hear this, baby. Your whole life has been spent trying to make a woman you thought you’d lost proud, and today you got something most people don’t ever get to have: confirmation.” He shudders, short breaths skating over my
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