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“And it’s far from her fault,” I confessed. “But it’ll take time and probably some therapy for Everly to understand that.” Hell, it had been four years, and I still couldn’t understand it. I crossed my hands, feeling the warmth on the inside of my palms, a sickness churning away in my stomach. “Rebecca did what she thought was best for her child, and despite my not agreeing with most of her decisions, she made one that I will be grateful for, for the rest of my life.” I paused, swallowing. “She placed that baby in my arms.” “Ford …” She shook her head from side to side. “You’re an incredible father.” She wiped the bottoms of her eyes. “I’ll never say anything to Everly about this; you don’t have to worry.” I looked away, needing a break, staring at my briefcase instead. It had been a
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