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My heart slammed into my ribs.
“I—I think you have the wrong—”
He handed me an envelope.
“There’s something you don’t know about your husband,” he said. “You need to read the letter inside. Then you’ll understand everything.”
My hands were shaking as I closed the door behind me.
I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the envelope like it might explode. Inside was a thick letter, written in careful handwriting.
It began:
My name is Daniel Harper. I am Noah’s biological father.
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