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to understand why I couldn’t come home. Tyler was quieter, more withdrawn, but still climbed into my lap the moment he saw me.
“Daddy says you can’t take care of us anymore,” Emma said during our third visit, her voice matter-of-fact in the way only eight-year-olds can manage. “He says you don’t have a job or a house.”
I chose my words carefully, aware continue reading …
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