My heart slammed into my ribs.
“I—I think you have the wrong—”
He shook his head. “No. I don’t.”
He handed me an envelope.
“There’s something you don’t know about your husband,” he said. “You need to read the letter inside. Then you’ll understand everything.”
My hands were shaking as I closed the door behind me.
I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the envelope like it might explode. Inside was a thick letter, written in careful handwriting.
It began:
My name is Daniel Harper. I am Noah’s biological father.
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