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“There’s someone here,” I said softly. “Someone who wants to talk to you.”
Noah wheeled into the living room, where Daniel stood awkwardly, hands clasped.
Then Noah said quietly, “I know who you are.”
Daniel’s eyes filled with tears.
“I didn’t come to disrupt your life,” Daniel said. “I just wanted to meet my son. And to tell him I’m sorry.”
Noah was silent for a long time.

Then he said something I will never forget.
“I spent my childhood wondering why I wasn’t enough,” he said. “But I built a good life anyway. I don’t hate you. But I won’t pretend it didn’t hurt.”
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