broke something open in me.
“Yes,” I said. “Absolutely yes. But family isn’t only about blood. It’s about who shows up. Who sees you. And if certain people can’t do that, then we build our own version of it. We already have.”
He nodded slowly. “Can we go home?”
“Yeah, baby. We can go home.”
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