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and it sounded awful.
At 17, I Was Forced To Give Up My Baby — 21 Years Later, The New Neighbor Next Door Looked Exactly Like The Child I Lost
Miles had gone very still. He looked at me now, not my father.
His voice was low. “Are you saying you’re my mother?”
“I think I am.”
He looked down at the blanket in his hands.
Then he asked the most reasonable question in the world.
