I walked back to Hannah’s room.
For the first time in months, three o’clock came and the door stayed closed.
No leather vest. No deep voice reading dragons to my kid.
I thought it would feel better.
It didn’t.
After a couple of days, Jenna said, “You told him, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” I said.
She nodded slowly.
“I can’t tell you what to do,” she said. “But for what it’s worth, I’ve never seen anyone show up like he did.”
That night, I stared at Hannah and said, “Do you want him here?
Because I honestly don’t know what to do.”
She didn’t move, obviously.
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