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I exhaled, smiling as I poured more coffee.
“Yeah.” Caleb looked at me, frowning. “He’s very low-maintenance.”
Caleb didn’t say anything else about it until last night.
When I got home from work, Caleb sat me down at the kitchen table.
I was stunned when he slid a folder across the table.
I flipped it open and scanned the pages inside.
“What on earth is this?”
I flipped through it slowly.
There were emails from teachers recommending Noah for pre-college programs I never knew existed.
There were notes from the school counselor offering support, and a permission slip for a school trip to Washington, D.C. Unsigned.
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