It’s been three days since I met Shay, and I still don’t know how to process that he may be my son.
When Aoife left suddenly, I thought it was because she found a better job elsewhere, away from the depraved. But when I saw the little boy with blond hair and blue eyes, I realize she left for another reason.
For the first time in a long time, I was speechless. All I could do was stare at the wee lad who can be no more than five years old. He didn’t cower. He stood tall, watching me just as curiously as I was him. I don’t want to believe I could be his father, but I can see the similarities.
Aoife was right. We do share something only she and I can understand. I am grateful for everything she did for me. But I don’t harbor the same feelings for her. I don’t love her. I never did. I know t
