Re: Ernest and Abi
Abi pondered for a second, wondering how best to phrase what she'd gone through with her son and his father. It was weird enough to be a Shakespeare comedy, let alone real life. "I mean that, I found him. He's biologically, genetically my son. 100%. But I didn't give birth to him, I was never pregnant. I didn't even know his father until after I found out about Charlie." she sipped again, the liquor keeping her warm.
"His Dad was this man called Clint. Clint knew me, but I didn't know him. Does any of this make sense?"