A night stand with my ex's uncle
A new beginning.
The days that followed were a blur of sleepless wonder. Thomas was perfect with ten fingers, ten toes, a shock of dark hair, and his father's serious, watchful eyes. He nursed with determination.
He slept curled against my skin. He was, in every way, the embodiment of hope.
The supply boat came when Thomas was two weeks old. The silent man brought the usual crates, and another envelope. But this time, there was something else. A small, padded envelope, addressed to me in handwriting I didn't recognize.
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