After My Father’s Funeral, My Stepmother Left Me Behind and Claimed Everything—Then I Called the Number Dad Had Hidden in My Pocket
This time it hurt.
Daniel seemed to notice.
“I’m sorry.”
Noah shook his head.
“It’s okay.”
Daniel rested his forearms on his knees.
“I should have been in your life a long time ago.”
Noah looked down.
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