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.

have done.

That may have been why it hurt him.

He nodded.

“Thank you.”

Rachel’s eyes filled.

“You’re welcome.”

Then Emma leaned over Jackson’s shoulder and waved.

“Bye, Rachel!”

Rachel waved back.

“Bye, sunshine.”

She waited until Jackson buckled Emma in.

Then she walked to her car and cried behind the wheel.

This time, Jackson saw it.

He did not go to her.

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