My stepdad, Tim, raised me since I was 8

door, shoulders hunched, trying not to be noticed. He doesn’t see me coming until I reach the back of the church and call his name.

“Tim!”

He stops, slowly turning. His eyes are glassy.

“What are you doing?” I ask. “Why were you leaving?”

He smiles softly. “Because that was the deal, sweetheart. I wasn’t supposed to be here.”

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