But when they loaded their bags into Joe’s car, they couldn’t even look at him. Instead, they ran back, hugging my legs.
“I love you, Uncle Thomas,” Jayden sobbed. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“We want to stay with you too!” Noah and Andy cried.
I crouched down, wrapping them in my arms, holding them as tightly as I could. “Didn’t we make a deal? Weekends together, always. Be good to Daddy Joe, okay?”
At that moment, I saw Joe’s face soften. For the first time, he looked less like an enemy and more like a man realizing the truth.
“You were right all along, Thomas,” he said, his voice breaking. “We shouldn’t fight for them. We should fight for their sake.”
And then, to my surprise, he helped me carry the boys’ bags back inside.
For the first time in years, I felt hope—not just for me, but for the children who deserved both love and peace.
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