Boat On The Barley, Back To The Bales.

“Elliot… sweetheart. This is your mother. Your biological mother.”

The words felt like glass breaking in the quiet, sharp and irreversible. Elliot’s spoon hit the floor with a small clatter, ignored. He stared, wide-eyed, chest rising and falling too fast. Macey pressed closer to his side, her littl...

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