“Morning, Mom,” Liam said. “We made breakfast.”
I watched them—my sons, my strength, my proof—and felt something settle in my chest.
They hadn’t chosen him.
They chose the truth.
“Morning, Mom,” Liam said. “We made breakfast.”
I watched them—my sons, my strength, my proof—and felt something settle in my chest.
They hadn’t chosen him.
They chose the truth.
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