He Threw Her Out-Then Her Hidden Father Arrived

“She just sits there… judging.”

Elena lowered her gaze briefly.

Then she bent down and picked up a framed ultrasound photo that had fallen from the suitcase.

She wiped the rain from the glass and held it against her chest—protecting it more carefully than herself.

The porch fell silent.

Even Daniel looked away.

The front door opened wider.

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