What do you mean, my son? I've never had a son. As I tried to process the information, my gaze instinctively turned to the baby. He was there, looking at me with those big curious eyes, biting and drooling on the sleeve of his jumpsuit, completely oblivious to the bomb that had just been dropped on my life. But how could that be possible? The baby was months old, how could I not know that? My eyes met the lady's once more, searching for some answer, but all I found was a serious and determined look, as if she was waiting for a reaction from me. "Mr.