Hereditary (A Holloway Pack Mini) - Plot & Excerpts
How is a person supposed to deal with that kind of knowledge? Yet, I am the only one to blame. *** I knew next to nothing about the father of my son, hadn’t seen him since that first, and only, fateful night. If I screwed up my eyes and concentrated hard, he appeared handsome enough in my mind’s eye—but I guess most things did when the memory got collected during a state of total inebriation. I didn’t ask his name, and he never asked mine. He shared a few words of flattery, told a few jokes, plied me with wine, then carried me home—literally. Most men in my younger days left a calling card in the form of a love bite. Not that guy. He had to go one better. Nine weeks later, I discovered a tiny seed had been implanted within my womb. For almost seven months, I felt like a fool. However, when my son entered the world? My opinions toward the man who’d helped create him no longer mattered. In my arms, I held my boy, my firstborn. White-blond curls framed his porcelain skin and startling blue eyes.
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