CHAPTER FIVE
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THIS TIME, CONTRARY to his custom, Matt didn’t burst into Becka and Bryan’s house. He didn’t even think to check and see whether the door was locked or not.
Matt was still in shock and couldn’t behave normally, so he pushed the bell and waited patiently for someone to come and open the door.
Matt's mind was in turmoil, and he couldn’t focus on anything specific. His world had turned upside down in a matter of hours, and he could do nothing more but keep a façade of calm. Matt was far from being calm, though.
Bryan opened the door, a smile on his lips. His smile stopped when his gaze fell on the bundle in Matt's arms. Bryan saw only a mop of brown-reddish hair, sticking everywhere on the head of a toddler, whose face hid in Matt’s shirt.
“Hey, there,” Bryan greet
