I Returned a Lost Wallet from a Mechanic’s ShopThe Next Morning, a Sheriff Was Standing at My Door

old.”

He chuckled, genuine and soft. “Three six-year-olds. That must keep you on your toes.”

“You have no idea.”

“And their mother?”

I hesitated the half-second I always hesitate when that question comes. “It’s just me and my mom raising them.”

He nodded slowly, the nod of someone who understood something that had not been fully said.

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