But Nolan just looked down at his son. His beautiful, perfect son.
“I don’t care,” he said quietly. “He’s my son now. And I’ll raise him with more love than either of you could ever imagine.”
With Owen in his arms and his heart still healing, Nolan turned and walked out of the hospital.
He had lost everything he thought he knew—but he still had everything that mattered.
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