I Let Them Use My Money Until They Fed My Son a Hotdog

Just done.

I signed my separate check.

I stood, helped Noah into his blazer, and picked up his card envelope.

Dad said my name before I turned.

I waited.

He didn’t stand.

He didn’t apologize, not really. That would’ve required a different man than the one I got.

He just said, “I didn’t know.”

I believed half of that.

Maybe less.

I said, “You knew enough.”

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