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

me in Luke’s life,” I said.

He nodded again. “Yes.”

I leaned back, letting the chair creak.

“And what happens the next time you feel ashamed?” I asked, calm but firm. “What happens the next time you decide I’m ‘toxic’ because I make you uncomfortable?”

My son flinched like I’d slapped him, but I didn’t raise my voice.

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