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

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The door clicked shut.

And suddenly my apartment felt huge.

David exhaled slowly.

“I’m sorry,” he said, like this was his fault.

I shook my head.

“No,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”

He looked at me, confused.

“I’m sorry you had to stand here,” I said, voice breaking, “and be treated like a threat… when you were the only one who acted like family.”

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