Chapter 1

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Natashas POV




I ran through the pouring rain holding my son baby son Peter in my hands. I kept running until I saw the Queens orphanage there so I jumped over the gate. I continued to run to the doorstep I placed Peter down softly. I placed a letter on his chest. That he will read when he is eighteen years old. I then ran away from the building knowing this will probably be the last time I see my son.

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