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... hen he sees what he threw away."
After we hung up, I stood at my window for a long time. Noah’s face floated in my mind—those ice-blue eyes that I saw every day, that reminded me every day of both my greatest love and my deepest betrayal.
He was Three now. Smart, funny, kind. Everything good in my life.
And he had no idea who his father was.
My assistant appeared in the doorway, with a tablet in hand. "Ms. Monroe? It’s 2 PM."
I turned from the window, smoo ...
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