That day, an older woman approached their table in tears. “I judged you,” she confessed. “My son came back from Iraq changed. I pushed him away because I was afraid. He died alone. Watching you with her… I see what I should have done for him.”
The woman sobbed harder. Bear blinked away his own tears.
Later, his phone buzzed. A message from Lily’s father, sent from prison: “Heard what happened. Thank you. Seven more years, brother. Until then, you’re all she has. You’re all I have.”
Bear showed Lily. She traced her finger over the words. “Daddy loves us.”
“Always,” Bear said, voice thick.
More Than Just Saturdays
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