I kneel down, I couldn't help but ask, “Is he your son?”Casma chuckles softly, shaking her head. “No, he’s my grandson,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with pride. The revelation brings a smile to my face. “He’s adorable,” I say, feeling a warmth spread through me. Relief. That is what I am feel
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