I thought the hardest part was over.
Raising a child I hadn’t planned for.
Learning to be a father overnight.
Building a life out of nothing but a note… and a name.
But fifteen years later, when I opened that same door again, I realized the real fight was just beginning.
Because some people don’t come back for love.
They come back to collect.
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