Eight.

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Aden’s point of view It was a lonely Saturday night, most are. I’m just scrolling through my f*******: newsfeed when suddenly a name I haven’t thought about In years pops up with a little photo. I was a little surprised that I didn’t feel the rush of resentment I used when I thought of that name. It wasn’t just her fault what happened that night. I shouldn’t have drunk so much. I felt depressed, my wife was hurting, and there was nothing I could do to help her. The doctors didn’t even think they could. We had both wanted children, and it was hard to watch that future slip away, and so I drank avoid dealing with it and a few other things too. I knew Hannah felt guilty about what happened between us, any person with a conscience would, but she handled it badly. She just up and left her fr

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