And you’d stay. With me. And maybe mom.”
Silence.
Sasha stepped back, gently letting them have the moment. I stood still, my lungs refusing to fill properly.
“You wrote that?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Ellie turned, cheeks red. “I’m sorry.
I thought it was smart. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just… didn’t want to lose my Dad again.”
Jason stroked her hair, still stunned.
“You don’t have to lie or trick anyone to keep me, kiddo. I’m not going anywhere.”
And just like that, all the anger I’d been storing for days melted into something softer. Not forgiveness.
Not yet. But understanding. Some families don’t come together the way you plan.
But if there’s real love, you can still make it work.
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