Chapter 8 - My Sons Asked Why I Had Been Gone for Four Years, and Their Innocent Question Broke Me More Than Any Courtroom Ever CouldOne night, Eli asked:

“Dad?”
“Yes?”
“Why didn't you come before?”
I couldn't lie.
“I didn't know.”
He thought about it.
“Why?”
“Because I wasn't listening.”
He nodded.
“That's sad.”
“Yes.”
“Were you scared?”
“Yes.”
“Of what?”
“Losing everything.”
He looked at me.
“You lost us.”
I felt my throat close.
“Yes.”
He reached for my hand.
“But you found us.”
I smiled through tears.
“Yes.”
He hugged me.
“Good.”
I realized children didn't need perfect parents.
They needed honest ones.
I promised all three boys I would never disappear again.
May you like
They held me to it.
Every day.
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