I Begged My Parents to Care for My Newborn After a Truck Accident. At 2 A.M., the Uncle They Dismissed Walked Into My Hospital Room.
Richard said nothing, waiting for me.
“It’s okay,” I said.
He stepped inside slowly.
His eyes went first to Noah, then to my cast, then to the dark bruising along my cheek.
“I’m so sorry, Seraphina.”
“Thank you.”
He looked at Richard. “Colonel Hayes.”
Richard gave a small nod.
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