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| that lay beside the baby. Although Bianca had never had any formal schooling, she had learned a few scribblings from some of the men she had bedded. |

| "What does it say?" Ashton asked, frowning down at Sasha. |

| Sasha glanced at the note, reading it to herself first. Then she read it slowly aloud to Ashton. "It says, 'Sasha, Bianca go. Take baby. Love him. He is yours. Thank you.' " Sasha, choked on a sob. She read further. " 'Bianca named son Tobias.' " |

| "Damn her," Ashton grumbled, doubling a fist at his side. |

| Sasha paled as she looked up at Ashton. "You are angry because you do not want the child?" she asked, her voice breaking. "I doubt if you would ever be able to find Bianca should you even try. She was determined that we raise her son. Sheshe did not think of herself as a fit mother." |

| Ashton bent over the bed and scooped the baby up into his arms. His eyes softened as he looked down at the tiny pink facial features. "I'm not upset because I don't want to raise the child," he explained. "I'm upset because of the reason Bianca felt she must do this. There is so much injustice in the world. Bianca is one of the best examples of it." |

| "Yes, she is," Sasha said, tears wetting the corners of her eyes. "I hope that she can eventually find at least a small measure of happiness wherever she has decided to go." |

| "I'll try and find Bianca to reassure her about the child and that we will give him a good home," he said, gently touching the baby's cheek. |

| "Well, Tobias, it looks as though you've found |

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