"He did," Wesley said. The 'real' memories, if that's what they were, seemed to be growing stronger. More convincing. "He and Darla. They had... a boy." The last two words echoed, catapulting him back in time to a place where he'd watched an ultrasound on a hospital screen. "A son."
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Date: 2004-01-11 10:11 pm (UTC)