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“How did you know??” I curiously asked.


“You have a similar smell to Pinta, like a comforting scent. Mom also told me your name, and it’s a coincidence you have the same name. Plus, you like me as well.”


I couldn’t hold back my tears. Mia did say he was brilliant, but this is ridiculous. I was questioning if he was five. Julian began to hiccup as his eyes filled with water. Every time they drip down, I wipe them. Under his breath, he started to say it was okay to cry, but it showed weakness. So, nobody should see him cry. Until today, he came running towards me—my baby boy. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.


An hour later, I carried Julian in while he fell asleep. I spotted my wife as he strolled down the hallway. She was worried sick about our whereabouts and asked what happened. I had a guard take him to his room so Mia and I could talk. I told her everything, even the part when he figured it out. The fact Pinta had my scent for so long amazed me. Mia took everything that belonged to me