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Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions. There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not. —T. S. Eliot
Highlighting this because I want to see how this pertains to the story at the end. Everytime the author adds something like this I always read and forget it. Lol!
“We humans can’t see straight. We are always biased. We always protect our own interests.”
Adam caught his reflection in the mirror. The voice in the back of his head was starting up again. He quietly padded back down the hall. He brought up the web browser and searched for DNA test. The first one was sold at Walgreens.
I thought that surely there was no way you can order a DNA test from Walgreens. So I googled it and sure enough... one of the top results is from Walgreens.
An old Croatian proverb Adam had learned in college applied here: “The hunchback sees the hump of others—never his own.”
“Twenty years.” Heidi shook her head and bit back her tears. “That bastard.” “Pardon?” “Marty. That bastard.” “Oh, we’re not talking about Marty,” the stranger said. Now, for the first time, Heidi looked completely baffled. “What? Then who?” “We’re talking about your daughter, Kimberly.”
Kuntz never understood cheating on your wife. Your wife was the woman you loved more than anything in the world, your only true companion, a part of you. You either love her with all your heart or you don’t—and if you don’t, it was time to move along, little doggie.
He had reminded himself that a father is not merely a sperm donor. A father is there for his child, provides for his child, loves and cares and raises him.
He found a few like-minded people in similar businesses, all with the same access to secrets that he had. Some were much more interested in the moneymaking side of the venture. Others understood that what they were doing was right and just, and while Chris didn’t want to make it into some kind of religious crusade, there was an aspect of his new operation that felt like a moral quest.
“Where is Corinne now?” “You’re standing right where I buried her.” Just like that. Adam made himself look down. Vertigo took over. He didn’t bother to steady himself. The earth beneath his feet, he could see, had recently been disturbed. He collapsed to the side, leaning against a tree, his breath hitching in his chest.