'Her voice cracked, equal parts hope and sorrow. "Come home. I don't want to raise a child who's never met you."
He imagined her child listening to their mother's stories, trying to conjure up an uncle they knew only through words. His resolve softened, began to melt. It was tempting, so tempting, to say yes, to be forgiven, to return, to shape a glorious, shining future—
He turned away, terrified.'
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— Sep 02, 2025 02:31PM
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