The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

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James.

My middle name.

I laughed once.

Then realized I was crying.

I’d missed everything.

His birth.

His first cry.

His first breath.

The first time someone held him.

All of it.

I looked back at Emily.

Only one question mattered anymore.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She closed her eyes.

Took a slow, trembling breath.

And finally prepared to answer.

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