I opened the camera feature.
Scrolled.
Clicked.
And then-
There he was.
Dave Ashton.
Clear.
Undeniable.
Standing in front of my son.
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Talking.
aching.
Existing
I sat down slowly.
Because my legs?
Yeah… not reliable right now.
He met them.
My kids.
Our kids.
Without knowing.
I stared at the screen for a long moment.
Then locked it.
Placed the watch back gently.
Too gently.
“Mom?”
I looked up.
Eli.
“You’re not eating.”
“I’m fine,” I said quickly. “Finish your food.”
Ava narrowed her eyes slightly.
She notices things.
Always has.
But she said nothing.
Dinner ended quietly.
I cleaned up.
Helped them get ready for bed.


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