I opened my eyes and looked at Daniel.
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— Your father, I whispered.
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My son took a step back.
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— Huh?
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— The secret has to do with your father. But not in the way you think.
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The doctor looked at us in turn.
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— Mrs. Margareta, before we discuss the past, we need to clarify one thing. We have no confirmation of a pregnancy. The ultrasound shows a very large abdominal tumor with an unusual appearance. We need a CT scan and further tests.
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Daniel sat down next to me.
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— Mom, what does dad have to do with all this?
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I felt that I could not postpone the truth any longer.
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— Three days before he died, your father took me to a private doctor's office in Bucharest.
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Daniel frowned.
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— Why?
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— Because he wanted us to have another child.
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My son was speechless.
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— Sixty-eight?
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I nodded slowly.
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Robert had always wanted a big family. After the children had grown up and moved away from home, loneliness weighed on him more than he admitted.
