I couldn’t move.
The words didn’t make sense at first—the lady with two eyes—like something half-finished, like a sentence cut off before it could explain itself.
The boy kept staring at me, waiting. Like I was supposed to know what came next.
“Oliver,” I said carefully, stepping closer to the bed, my voice barely steady. “I think there’s been a mistake. I don’t know your mom in a way that would make me… responsible for you.”
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