“She told me she was going to put the baby up for adoption, but suddenly, the baby appeared at my doorstep. He had this pendant with his birthdate and the name ‘Jack.’ In the letter, she asked me to take care of him and that she would return when she got her life together,” Ellie finished, opening the letter and giving it to me for me to read.
“Why didn’t you show this to the police?” I asked, shocked.
I wanted to yell at her for being so stupid, but then again, we were all a mess that night. I was so mad at her that we didn’t speak for several minutes and just sat there in awkward silence until I broke it.
“Has your friend ever come back for him?” I wondered.
“No, and I have no idea if she’s alive,” Ellie said, her eyes sad and worried.
“What about the father? You know him, right? Is he nearby? Do you know how to reach him?” I was staring at her seriously.
“I do. Let me find my old phone. I have it saved there.” Ellie breathed and returned to her room.
She gave me the contact information, and it took a lot of strength, but I finally dialed the number.
Let’s just say the man on the line had no idea his ex-girlfriend was pregnant. After 30 minutes on the phone, he agreed to meet my son.
I talked to Tom about it, and he was cautiously optimistic. But I knew he was excited.
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