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Ethan Robert
My grip tightened around the wheel, my knuckles pale against the leather. With a grunt, I yanked one hand free to loosen the suffocating knot of my tie. It had been a shitty, twisted, and relentless day from start to finish, and it was not even over yet.
Theo’s soft, clogged snores drifted up, pulling my gaze toward him. He slept with his head tilted slightly, his chest rising and falling in a quiet rhythm. His little nose, which was high bridged and struggling for breath, twitched with each inhale.
Leaning forward against the pull of my seatbelt, I gently adjusted his head, guiding it upright to keep his neck from straining. He looked so much like me that it was almost eerie. No test was needed to prove paternity; I knew, deep in my bones, that this boy was mine.
My
