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Couldn’t replace seven birthdays I spent behind a fucking wall.

But the least I could do was make sure Cheryl never had to struggle raising him because I wasn’t there.

“You look good,” she said.

I raised an eyebrow.

“So do you.”

She chuckled.

“Bye, Levin.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“Cold.”

“You’ll survive.”

She turned and headed back toward her car.

I whistled.

She lifted her middle finger without turning around.

I laughed and closed the door.

Henry was already heading upstairs.

“You hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“What you want?”

“Whatever.”

“That’s not food.”

“I don’t care, Dad.”

“Eggs? Bacon? French toast?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah to what?”

“All of it.”

I shook my head.

“Big greedy motherfucker.”

“I heard that.”

“You were supposed to.”