The Dinner Was Awkward… Until It Wasn’t.
Dad (we started calling him that again, slowly) taught Marcus how to make a paper airplane with a pointed nose. It actually flew.
Marcus was thrilled.
We started seeing him weekly. Then more.
He showed up. Every time.
He picked Marcus up from school when Mom had a migraine. Came to my track meet with a sign that said GO LIA—embarrassing, but in the best way.
And one night, three months later, he asked something simple.
“If your mom’s okay with it… I’d like to be on Marcus’s emergency contact list. And yours, too.”
I didn’t hesitate.
“I’d like that.”
