DRACO

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He was a beautiful boy. My inner fear that I may look at him and see the man who'd violated her was for nothing. There was no anger or hate in me for him, no blame; how could there be? I'd also worked on her enough that by the time he came into the world, she no longer associated the darkest time in her life with him. He was ours, plain and simple.

The truth is, I'd been ready to step in if she couldn't do it. If it had been too hard for her to cope, ...