My Grandfather Asked Why I Was Walking With My Baby

and paid for until Daniel returned. He was asleep in his portable crib, one tiny hand resting near his cheek.

I touched his soft hair.

“We got it back,” I whispered.

Of course, he did not understand.

But one day, I would tell him.

Not to teach him bitterness.

To teach him boundaries.

The weeks after the final judgment were strange.

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