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Robert quickly dabbed his eyes. “No. He is perfectly fine,” he replied.
Joanna looked at him all puzzled. “But then why are you crying?”
For a few seconds, Robert was speechless. Then, he looked at Joanna’s medical records and cleared his throat. “May I ask who the father is?”
That question made Joanna nervous. For months now, she had been trying to avoid thinking about her baby’s father.
“Why?” she asked.
Robert paused. “Because I believe I know him.”
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After a pause, Joanna responded. “His name is Logan.”
Robert turned pale. “You mean Logan Wright?”
Joanna felt like all her blood had run cold. This was the name she had never used at the hospital.
“How do you know him?” she asked, even more puzzled than before.
“Because he’s my son,” the doctor replied.
For seven months, Joanna had thought she was totally alone. When she told Logan she was expecting, he grabbed his bags, saying he’d call but never did.
Now somehow, here stood his father.
“He left me,” Joanna spat angrily. “As soon as I told him I was having his child.”
Robert looked like he was about to cry and explained that Logan showed up at his house around seven months ago and told him he got himself in trouble. Robert assumed it was money problems and told him to face the consequences of whatever he did.
Instead, Logan disappeared completely.
For so long Joanna had thought that Logan was out there, away from her, enjoying life as she had gone through her pregnancy alone. But now she wasn’t sure. And then came the most bizarre information yet. Years before Logan was born, Dr. Robert Wright had another son, Elias, but he went missing at the age of five and they never saw him again, despite the endless search.
Elias also bore the same crescent mark on his forehead. Robert’s voice quivered when talking about his lost child. His wife was unable to recover from this heartbreaking event. For many years she waited for the day when Elias would somehow return home; finally, she died not knowing the whole truth.
