At My Son’s Celebration, My Sister-in-Law Took the Microphone

from any of it.

Inside the car, Mason stirred and mumbled, “Dad?”

Just that.

Half-asleep.

Accidental.

Daniel closed his eyes for a second and put one hand on the roof of the car like he needed the support.

I got in.

Started the engine.

Daniel stepped back, then leaned toward the open window.

“I won’t be late again, Hannah.”

I believed him.

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