was my dad––had told me. I decided right then I wasn’t going to have some major complex over it like Jarod. No matter what dad said next it was only to get the burden that had obviously been weighing so heavily on his chest for years, and maybe to satisfy my curiosity. To me it didn’t matter who was responsible for my conception. It was this man right here in this car that mattered to me. In making that split decision, a sort of peace came over me, and it wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I could handle whatever came next.


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