“I want to make it official,” he said, voice shaking. “If it’s okay with your mom… I’d like to be on Marcus’s emergency contact list. And yours too, Lia. If you’ll let me.”
I didn’t hesitate.
“I’d like that.”
That night, as I tucked Marcus in, he smiled up at me sleepily.
“I knew he’d come.”
“Yeah?”
“Yup,” he whispered. “You had to believe again.”
And I did.
Not in Dad.
But in the idea that people could change.
That sometimes, second chances came wrapped in parades, in drawings, in tiny, stubborn hearts that refused to give up.
Life doesn’t always go the way we plan.
People mess up. People leave.
But sometimes… they come back.
And when they do, perhaps—just perhaps—we can find a way to build something better.
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