When My Kids Didn’t Show Up, My Neighbor Held My Hand Instead

forward, scanning David top to bottom like she was looking for a scam label.

“Why are you here?” she snapped.

David’s jaw tightened.

But he didn’t raise his voice.

“Your mom had surgery,” he said. “She needed someone to sign her out. She asked. I came.”

Ethan’s laugh was short and humorless.

“So you just… came,” he repeated. “Because she texted you.”

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