hugged me with all his strength, his face buried in my shoulder, sobbing the way he hadn’t since he was a little kid.
“I don’t care about DNA,” he choked out. “I don’t care about biology or genetics or any of it. You’re my dad. You’ve always been my dad. You’re the one who was there. You’re the one who cared.”
Jolene and Wyatt joined the hug. We stood continue reading …