I couldn’t process any more. Turning away, my heart ached with a peculiar, bittersweet sensation as I moved toward the door, leaving Mr.
Blake and the strange tale behind me.
But as I reached the door, I turned back one last time.
“Your son…” I began, swallowing hard, “Maybe someday, we can meet. Just… let’s keep it simple. No strings attached.
No secrets.”
Blake’s expression warmed, his gaze hopeful. “Of course, Evelyn,” he said, his voice gentle.
“Thank you.”
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