Jaxon
I squeezed Sara's hand in my own in what I hoped was a comforting manner. She looked nervous, which was exactly the opposite effect I'd been going for. We were at David Morgan's office so that he could walk us through the legal process of gaining custody of the baby and getting Cynthia out of our lives–for good.
Of course, I was still hoping that the paternity results would give me the proof I needed to vindicate myself and prove that Cynthia was up to something. Most importantly, I hoped the results would restore Sara's trust and faith in me.
I couldn't help but smile slightly as I turned and looked at Sara; she was engrossed in her phone. She looked radiant, as she always did–I felt a slight pang in my heart at the thought that this might all prove to be too much for her.
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