The lead officer approached cautiously. “Sir, we’ve had reports—”
“I know why you’re here,” Bear cut in, voice steady. He reached into his vest slowly, carefully, pulling out a folded, laminated court document. He handed it over without argument.
“You served with her father,” the officer said quietly.
Bear nodded once. “Three tours in Afghanistan. He saved my life. I saved his. We were brothers in every way but blood.”
The officer cleared his throat. “This says you have legal visitation rights.”
“That’s right. Her daddy—my brother—came home broken. PTSD. A brain injury that never healed. He tried to hold on, but the nightmares were too much. His marriage collapsed. His wife moved on. He made mistakes… one bad choice that landed him in prison.”
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