He leaned down and whispered into the child’s tiny hair.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
The baby eventually fell asleep anyway.
The boys trusted him.
Even when he didn’t trust himself.
And every day, Cade chose them again.
Eleven years passed like that.
Soccer practices. Flu shots. School projects. Saving every dollar he could.
Then one evening, there was a knock at the door.
When Cade opened it, the man standing there looked like a ghost from another life.
Older. Worn down.
But unmistakably his father.
He said Cade’s name like he still had the right to.
“Cade… I’m their father. I want to explain. Your mom made me promise something.”
He held out an envelope.
It was thick.
Old.
Sealed with yellowed tape that had clearly been sitting somewhere for years.
Cade took it slowly.
His hands were shaking.
He didn’t want his father inside the house, but he also didn’t want the neighbors watching the scene unfold on the porch.
So he stepped aside.
The man walked in awkwardly, glancing around the living room.
Photos of the boys covered the walls.
“They look… good,” he muttered.
Cade didn’t respond.
“What’s in the envelope?”
“You should read it,” his father said.
Cade carefully peeled back the brittle tape.
Inside were legal documents and a letter.
He recognized his mother’s handwriting immediately.
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