The System’s Puppet
Language: en
Nathan Lynch fell in love with a scholarship student. Someone even more broken, more pitiful, than I had been. And the love he gave her was grander, more dazzling, than anything he had ever given me. So I gave birth to our child, took enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life, and walked away. Seven years later. A small boy, caked in mud and with a bloody scratch on his cheek, knocked on my door. “They said I’m a bastard,” he whispered. “Can you tell them I’m not?”