Mr. Blake crouched down, wiped the tears from Owen's face, held him, comforted him for a few moments, and asked, "What is your name? How old are you?"Owen sobbed so hard he could barely breathe. His small hands clenched into fists as he choked out, "My name is Owen. I am three years old."Mrs. Blake stood beside them. Hearing that, her mouth opened slightly, and her voice trembled. "Three years ago..."She stopped. "Was that not the year Adrian's accident happened? The same year Lily left?"Mr. and Mrs. Blake looked at each other.Then, almost at the same time, they rushed over and hurriedly freed me from the restraints.Mrs. Blake grabbed my shoulders, her eyes red, and asked again and again, "Whose child is he? Is he Adrian's? How can he look so much like him? Tell me!"Before I could answer, stumbling footsteps came from the doorway.Adrian slammed through the half-open door. The IV needle was still half attached to the back of his hand, and several buttons of his white hos
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