Shelby didn’t forgive him. She rewrote the rules. While her husband blamed the alcohol, the fog, the “mistake,” the universe placed his daughter—someone else’s baby—into her empty arms. Families whispered. Friends took sides. Everyone had a theory about blood, loyalty, and what makes a “real” mother. Everyone had a line they swore they’d nev… Continues…
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