Don’t Hold The Tears Back
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Ana stood up, inhaling as she’d done after the doctor left. She tried to smile again. “Wow,” she said, wiping her eyes with the pads of her forefingers.
“The results say you’re my dad.” Her voice broke as she detailed the report. She wiped her eyes again, her tears flowing freely. “I don’t understand it. Not any of it.
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