Summer Island

by Natalie Normann

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‘Listen, the plan was always to take care of her by myself. Karl doesn’t even know about her, and that’s how I want it. But you don’t have to do this, Jack.’ Jack looked at her. ‘I’m not an impulsive person, Ninni. Not at all, and you and her are a package deal. My dad did it with me, and he had a much more difficult time since I was five years old when my mother married him. He taught me that it makes no difference. That the dad is the one who is there. It’s not a big deal. Adoptive parents do it all the time, and they love their kids the same.’ Jack moved the baby’s chair closer to himself and sat down. ‘Ninni, eat.’