Rory’s POVThe next morning, my desk was a disaster zone of physical client files, open digital spreadsheets, and half-finished design specs. But no matter how hard I tried to force my brain to focus on work, Sam’s voice kept echoing in my head.He’s an addict. A total drug addict.I sat back in my chair, staring blindly at my computer screen. When I first packed my bags and came to Chicago, searching for my biological parents had felt like a distant, almost adventurous concept. I thought I'd find some neat, straightforward story to fill in the missing pieces of myself. I never expected it to be this heavy. This complicated.Looking back at last night, I could see so much of myself in Sam—the artistic streak, the restless energy, the way she spoke without a filter. I was practically eighty percent sure Sam was my birth mother.But where did that leave me? How could I just drop a bombshell like that on her? How would Diana feel if she found out her new co-worker was actually her h
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