Three months later, I’m working full-time at a hardware store.
We’re living in a small two-bedroom apartment with secondhand furniture, but it’s ours. Jack is playing Little League. Micah has joined a reading club at the library. Theo still sleeps with Dino every night.
The other day, Jack found an old map we used on the road. “Remember this, Dad?” he said, pointing at a smudge of marker. “That’s where we camped, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling. “Just us guys.”
They still don’t know. Not really.
And maybe that’s okay.
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