And about the promise he made to himself—
That no matter how scared he was, he would never disappear the way his father did.
Then he asked me something I wasn’t ready for.
“If I have to bring her to graduation… will you still stay?”
I didn’t sleep that night.
And I still wasn’t prepared.
The ceremony started like any other.
Names. Applause. Speeches.
Then Ethan stepped out of line.
He walked straight toward me.
“Mom,” he whispered, holding out his arms, “give her to me.”
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