He looked… different. Tired. Older. Like life had finally caught up with him.
“I heard you had the baby,” he said, his voice low.
I didn’t respond immediately. I just looked at him—really looked at him—for the first time in a long time. And I realized something important…
I felt nothing.
No anger. No sadness. No love.
Nothing.
“It’s a girl,” I finally said.
He nodded slowly, like he already knew.
“My mother… she was wrong,” he said. “About everything.”
I almost laughed.
“Now you know?” I replied calmly.
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