The letters are driving me mad to be honest. The lady, whoever she is, keeps sending me reports of my son. He was growing without me by his side, without a father. When I planned to have a family this was not the way I wanted it to happen. I want to be there for him as Dad was around for all of us. I just don't understand why she refuses to let me meet him or tell me his name or where they are.
Second is still asking why I wanted that paternity test I requested for him to do. I don't think he believes me when I say that some woman was trying to tie me down with a child and said the test said I was not the biological father when in fact I was in no doubt the father.
I racked my head on when the baby could have possibly been conceived based on the age of the child. Lo and behold I found something on one of my old college stuff, a picture of me and a black haired beauty I'm pretty sure I had slept with back then.
I guess I need someone to do some digging about this lady if I want to know anything about my son.
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Eight, Nine, Ten
Misteri / ThrillerEighth was a pilot, a free spirit born to see the world. Ninth was a writer, a quiet soul who was the rock of the family. Tenth was an agent, a brave man who loved dearly. Three brothers belonging to a large family of vastly different personalitie...
