The Door Stayed Unlocked: A Father, Three Silent Years, and One Baby

were blank spaces.

He looked ashamed.

“I wrote it at three in the morning,” he said. “Because Luke had a fever and I panicked. And I realized I didn’t have a person.”

He rubbed his face.

“I had followers,” he said bitterly. “I had opinions. I had people telling me I was empowered.”

Then he looked up, voice breaking.

“But I didn’t have a person.”

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