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Son, I hope your opinion of your mother hasn’t lessened, knowing what you now know.”tGavin glanced up; incredulity skewed his eyebrows. His expression appeared both stunned and appalled. “Never, Father! I love her! It makes no difference to me where she came from.”tThe man nodded, a show of relief in his features. His large hand, soft in touch, went to brush a string of hair away from his wife’s peaceful profile. “Your mother loves you too, son, more than anything in the world. She worries about you, day and night.”tThat sentiment stirred something profoundly pleasant inside the boy. He grinned at the internal warmth it created.
