HARPER: “Mummy?” I looked up from my suitcase. Ethan sat cross legged on the hotel bed, hugging his dinosaur plushie against his chest. His fever had finally gone down during the night, thank God, but his curls still stuck messily across his forehead. He looked too much like Alexander this morning. My chest tightened. “Yes?” I asked. He hesitated… then his tiny face scrunched up seriously. “If Daddy is mean to you, I don’t want him anymore.” My hands paused midair as I was about to put one of his toys into the suitcase. My heart broke into pieces hearing that. I moved toward him and grabbed his face into my hands. “Baby…” “No.” He shook his head. “Daddy must love you.” I swallowed hard because how exactly was I supposed to explain this situation to a four year old. Oh, yes, sweetheart, your father cheated on me repeatedly with his ex-girlfriend, emotionally destroyed me, accidentally helped me discover a possible baby theft conspiracy and now might be raising
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