Kristine POV
“How do we find out if he is in fact your son?” I asked my father. “I do not know. I will see if we can try and track the woman, but I have not heard of her in years,” he said. “You mean you knew of her whereabouts?” my mother asked. My father had the grace to look a little embarrassed, “I wanted to be sure that she was okay. There was no need for her to have gone rogue,” he muttered, as my mother looked hurt.
I felt sorry for her at that moment, but I could also appreciate how damaged the rejected chosen mate would have felt. In a small way, I can appreciate better why my parents did not want that for me. I moved to sit beside my mother, putting my hand on hers. She looked down at our connected hands, and then gently pushed my hand off her.
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