When Liam turned eighteen, I asked what he wanted. I expected a tool set, maybe a weekend trip. Instead, he said, “I want to meet my grandfather.”
“I know,” Liam replied softly. “But I’m not angry. I just need to look him in the eye — once.”
So we drove there. The same cracked driveway. The same porch light glowing like a ghost from my past. My hands shook on the steering wheel as Liam stepped out.
A Door Opens Again
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