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I finally jerked into action, but instead of inviting Sabrina in, I stepped out of the apartment and shut the door behind me. “What are you doing here?” I asked tightly. “Is that how you greet the mother of your child?” she asked and flicked her sandy hair over her shoulder. She wore designer clothes that screamed money and taste, but her eyes were lifeless, her jaw set, and her expression was hard as nails. I didn’t answer her––I wanted an explanation. She sighed. “I’m here for Ben.” “What?” I asked, shocked. “You heard me. I’m here for my son.” I shook my head, trying to understand what she was saying. “It’s been nine years. You can’t just show up here and demand Ben. Where the hell have you been all these years? He hasn’t heard anything from you, not a phone call, a card in the mail, nothing. Now you want him? What does that even mean?” “I’m his mother, Aaron,” Sabrina said. “No, you’re not. You’ve been missing in action for nearly a decade. You have no right to come here and claim