Wrestling with Doubt
Sleep became a rare luxury for the father. Every night, he lay staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing. His mind replayed every detail, every strange moment—his son’s words, the missing birthmark, the subtle differences in the newborn.
He kept asking himself if he was being paranoid. But what if he wasn’t? What if this wasn’t just exhaustion playing tricks on his mind? The thought that he might be ignoring a critical truth left him restless and tormented.
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