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Then he stepped back.
He didn’t reach for Ethan.
He didn’t demand anything.
For the first time, he respected a boundary.
When I got home that day, Ethan was on the floor playing with a spoon like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
Ryan sat beside him, making ridiculous faces.
Ethan squealed.
I stood in the doorway and watched them.
My chest tightened.continue reading …
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