teaching him to ride a bicycle when he was six.
“How can someone do nice things and then do something terrible?”
“Because people aren’t only one thing,” I said. “Sometimes that’s harder to understand than believing someone is completely bad.”
Months later, Tommy agreed to court-monitored visitation.
Joe arrived carrying expensive gaming systems.
Tommy didn’t open them.
“Hey, sport,” Joe said quietly.
“Do you actually want to know how I’m doing, or do you want an answer you can show your lawyer?”
Behind the observation window, my throat tightened.
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