I burst into tears.
“But they told me you were adopted!”
He shook his head.
“My father raised me. His name is Daniel.”
I could hardly breathe.
Daniel.
The man I’d believed had abandoned us.
Fabian looked at me uncertainly.
“Dad always said you gave me up willingly.”
“No,” I whispered. “My parents pressured me. I searched for you for thirty-one years.”
He looked overwhelmed.
I reached into my purse and took out the faded bootie I’d carried for decades.
“I made this before you were born.”
Fabian stared at it.
“You kept that all these years?”
“Every single day.”
Then someone knocked.
Fabian opened the door.
A gray-haired man stepped inside.
I recognized him immediately.
Daniel.
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