A Millionaire Demolished My Old House and Came Back on His Knees After Finding His Childhood Photo in the Ruins

He turned the frame around.

A young woman with wet hair stuck to her face but a stubborn smile.

Baby on her hip. Fist in his mouth.

Big eyes.

My chest hurt.

He leaned closer.

“What are you to her?” he asked. “What are you to me?”

The room went quiet.

Even the TV seemed to shut up.

I took a long, rattling breath.

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