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I woke up gasping for air, Im sweating like a pig. My head was still so confused, do we have a son? Why do those pills make me forget about everything about my life? I toss and turn for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Henry has work and he gives me my medicine before he leaves. I pretend to take it but I hide it underneath my tongue. As he closes the door behind him, I spit the medicine in the garbage disposal, getting rid of all evidence. I walk around the house, investigating through anything I come across. "I need at least something, anything about my son" I whispered. I roughly grab a piece of paper in happiness, I read over it. I grab the house phone and dial the number on it "784-350-1293" it continuously rings, someone answers and I immediately hang up. I groan "I can't do this, he probably hates me." I put the phone down and continue looking through papers. "Nothing else" I sigh and continue looking in another room. I find a laptop and I get on it, putting Liam's name into the search bar. I began to write down many different addresses and stuffs it in my bra. Then I place everything back the way it was so Henry doesn't get suspicious. I wait on the couch for him to get home.

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