Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“We’re not here to take Faith or dispute anything. Rest assured. It’s actually the opposite,” she says. What the heck would be the opposite of that? “When Faith's birth mother gave birth to Faith, she actually gave birth to a little boy that day as well. Twins.” I hear her words, but my mind can’t seem to process them. So many thoughts run through my mind at once. How will Faith react to this news? How did no one know about this?
If Dane didn’t have a hold on me, my legs might have given out. She keeps going.
“She thought about putting them both up for adoption but thought maybe she could handle taking care of one of them, so she took Faith.”
“Can we meet him?” I ask. We’re not talking about some distant family. This is Faith’s sibling. Her twin brother, no less.
“We were hoping for a bit more than that. Knox needs a home. He’s been bouncing around the system for a while before I took over his case.”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. Judith looks to Dane for his confirmation too.
“You heard my wife. Her word tends to be the law around here.” He drops a kiss on the top of my head.
“This is what I think he needs. Some love in his life. He’s angry at the world right now.” My heart breaks for the boy. To have your parents cast you aside but keep one child. “A few of the homes weren’t good places and have been shut down. It was actually Knox who brought that to my attention.”
“After he almost killed his last foster dad,” Clark chimes in. Holy crap.
“He had it coming,” Judith snaps back at the detective.
“Where is he? I want to see him. Dane?” I look up to my husband.
“We’ll get it worked out,” he says. His word is as good as it is being done. “Can you take us to him?”
“Yes, that’s actually why Clark is here. He’s in juvenile hall,” she informs us.
And I know there is a story there…
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