For someone who doesn't know how to be loved, such a conversation seemed illogical. A man like Botan was saying he loved me, and I was asking why. He had never lied to me before. There was no reason for him to lie now. Botan hadn't even lied to avoid breaking the heart of his child's mother. He reached into his pocket and took out a box. He had probably gotten me a gift for the birth. I said nothing. Considering what he got for his daughter, it made sense for him to get something for his son too.
"Thank you," I said.
"You haven't even seen what it is," he said. I wasn't someone who was happy with things bought with money.
Botan opened the box, and I was surprised at that moment. Sometimes, you shouldn't speak too soon or think too much. He held my hand, put the ring on, and then handed
