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me.
Six months later, I stood on the balcony of my new home, holding him in my arms.
The morning felt peaceful. Clean. Ours.
My phone buzzed once.
Final settlement approved.
I deleted the message.
Then I kissed my son’s forehead.
“Let’s go out,” I whispered.
This time…
we didn’t take the bus.
We walked forward on a path that finally belonged to us.
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