I nearly dialed 911 on the tattooed teenager holding a screaming baby inside an empty 1 AM laundromat. Then his bag tore open, and my stomach sank with utter shame.

Breathing is normal. She’s sleepy but responsive. I wrote down the time.”

Jackson did not speak for a moment.

Then he said, “Good.”

Rachel’s face changed.

One word.

Good.

From him, it was a medal.

Emma lifted her head weakly.

“Daddy?”

“Hi, Bug.”

“I’m hot.”

“I know. Nana and Rachel are helping you.”

“Come home?”

His face on the little screen crumpled.

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