I was quiet.
“But that wasn’t what got to him,” Ron added. “I told him that every time he acts like love is transactional, he’s teaching his kids that affection comes with a price tag. And someday, they’ll grow up believing they have to earn love instead of just receiving it.”
I closed my eyes.
Ron’s voice softened. “He cried when I told him that if he walked away with that bag, he wouldn’t just lose the toys. He’d lose their trust. Maybe forever.”
My voice cracked. “You didn’t have to do that, Ron.”
He chuckled. “Yes, I did. His mistakes are my mistakes. And if I don’t help him fix them, then I wasn’t the father I should’ve been either.”
We sat in silence for a beat.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
It’s been a few weeks since then. Jake’s different now. He shows up for school pickup and stays for dinner once a week. He listens when Lacey talks about books and even laughs at Ben’s dinosaur impressions.
There’s still a part of me that stays guarded, but watching them smile with him again? That’s enough for now.
And every time I see Ron, I hug him a little tighter.
He reminded Jake what it means to be a father, not an owner.

