” I ask him softly.
“I don’t know,” he says. “But you gave him the chance. That’s more than most people ever get.”
As we drive away, Jason takes my hand in the car and kisses my knuckles.
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you too.”
But I also love the man who didn’t have to raise me—but chose to.
And I will never again let that love be hidden in the back row.
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