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.

”

He smiled.

From upstairs, Emma called out in her sleep.

“Daddy?”

Jackson was on his feet instantly.

Some things had not changed.

Some things never should.

He went inside, taking the stairs two at a time.

A minute later, I heard his low voice through the open window.

“I’m here, Bug.”

Then Emma mumbled, “Nana too?”

I stood slowly, my knees protesting.

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