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"I wonder what happened to my real parents," Jack mused, his voice quiet as he activated his divine sense once more, tracing the threads of history.
The answer came to him almost instantly.
His mother had died in childbirth.dsa dsad asdsa
Jack felt a strange pang in his chest, an emotion he couldn't quite place.
He had never met this woman, never even known of her existence until now, yet the thought of her dying alone in some cold hospital room, never getting the chance to hold her child, stirred something deep within him.
And his father?
Jack's jaw tightened as he followed the past further.
His so-called real father was nothing more than a coward—an irresponsible man who, upon learning about the pregnancy, had fled without a trace, never to be seen again.
Jack scoffed.
"Figures," he muttered.
"The bastard ran off the moment things got tough."
A bitter chuckle escaped his lips.
"No wonder I turned into a dumb drunk in my past life."
