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Mike nodded, his voice low and respectful. “Sounds like he had good taste.”
“We do,” Mike replied. “Our club brings toys to hospitals and families who need a little lift. Kids like you keep us going.”
Then Liam said something that brought the entire room to a hush.
“Can you hold me? Just for a minute? Mama’s arms are tired.”
My arms weren’t tired. I would have held him forever. But I could see what he needed in that moment. Someone strong. Someone who reminded him of the father he missed so dearly.
Mike looked to me for permission. I nodded through tears.
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