My grandfather, who is 76 years old, sewed blankets and sold them at the flea market so I could walk again – Then a motorcyclist arrived and said to me, "I've been looking for you for 20 years."

"I said the baby was dead too."

My throat tightened.

" For what ?

"I had already lost her. I couldn't lose you too."

I stared at him.

"So you made sure he lost us both."

He started to cry.

I wanted to comfort him.

That's what scared me the most.

"I love you," I told her. "But just because I love you doesn't mean I forgive you."

I rolled towards the door.

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