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David sat back in his chair, his fingers clenching the edge of the desk as the words echoed in his mind. Think of Sam. That had been years ago—years since he’d welcomed Sam into his home, years since he’d given him a family, a place to belong. And yet, here they were. Sam’s birth parent, reappearing out of nowhere.
David took a deep breath, his jaw tightening. He didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to dredge up old wounds. Sam had been a part of his life since he was six, a boy who had been abandoned and left to fend for himself. David had done everything to make Sam feel loved, to be the father that he needed. And now, after all this time, someone wanted to waltz back in?
