I glanced down as her tiny fingers curled around mine. Something inside me changed forever.
“I’ll take her,” I said softly. “I’ll raise her myself.”
That was the beginning of everything.
Those first years were brutal—diapers, formula, sleepless nights. I was twenty-six, single, and barely managing to keep my life together.
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