Evelyn & Tobias — The Silver Cross
I cannot guarantee a particular legal outcome.”
“I don’t need a courtroom victory to know he’s my son,” I said.
“Then let’s define what you do need.”
I looked at Tobias.
He nodded.
“The truth,” I answered.
“And a record that doesn’t say I walked away willingly.”
Andrea explained that any attempt to correct the old file would require careful documentation.
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