Chapter 12 - Five Years Later, Tommy Still Kept the Same Photograph Beside His Bed—and Dante Finally Understood Why His Son Had Called Him Daddy That First NightTommy was ten.

He was taller.
Stronger.
He still had the same gray eyes.
He kept one photograph.
The old photograph of Ruth.
Dante.
The six children.
And the scratched-out seventh figure.
He asked:
“Dad, why did you look scared when you saw me?”
Dante answered:
“Because I thought I had lost you forever.”
Tommy nodded.
“I was waiting.”
“For me?”
“Yes.”
Dante hugged him.
“I came.”
Tommy smiled.
May you like
“You did.”
That was enough.
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