A hidden child
“The relationship ended,” Edgar continued, his voice dropping lower, “but not before it left a lasting mark. That affair resulted in a child outside of marriage.” He paused, studying Emma’s stunned expression. “That child—the one no one spoke about, the one erased from stories—was my mother.” His words rang with both pain and pride. The truth, long hidden, was no longer avoidable. It stood plainly now, reshaping everything Emma thought she knew.
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