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sure you’re okay.”
We stood in the doorway, silence heavy between us. Then, quietly, almost too quiet to hear: “Dad, just be careful today. Please.”
“What should I be careful of?” I asked, studying his face.
Guilt carved into every line. Fear in his fidgeting hands. He opened his mouth, closed it, shook his head. “I have to go.”
My son knew something. continue reading …
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