Jackson knelt to their level, voice raw. “I wanted to tell you.
I was trying to wait until you felt safe. I never wanted to hurt you more.”
Harper looked at him for a long moment, then took his hand. “Mom would be happy you’re here now,” she said.
Then, quietly, with a weight that rearranged his whole life: “Dad.”
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