Andrew Carter
I expected anything from that hospital, except a child. I had no idea Anne was a mother. I never could have imagined that. We spent the night together, and she didn’t tell me anything. I don’t understand why she didn’t say anything.
When I looked at the girl, I felt something strange. I can’t explain it, but I felt a very strong connection. When Cloe spoke to me, I couldn’t be the cold and arrogant man I am with everyone else; with her, I was different. I held her in my arms and felt her pain. For a few minutes, I wished it were me feeling what she was feeling, even though I knew it wasn’t possible.
How can I feel this way about someone else’s child?
I’ve never been like this with anyone in my life, but she’s different. When she called me “Daddy,” my heart raced, but I ma
