I remembered what I did.
I bought him better shoes.
A coat from the thrift store.
Notebooks.
And I told him they were “extras” so he wouldn’t feel ashamed.
It wasn’t heroic.
It was just… necessary.
Debbie’s eyes filled with tears.
“He’s my father,” she whispered. “And he’s been looking for you for forty-five years.”
The world tilted.
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