“I’m sorry for asking this again…but…can you please make sure that no one publishes anything too questioning about our son…” I whispered to Edward desperately as I squeezed his large hand.
I felt very insecure about our son. The truth didn’t matter as much as how he would feel if he grew up and saw the things written about him. Words of speculations were unkind…at best.
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