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And that silence said more than any explanation could.
I went back inside and told the girls everything.
Jenny didn’t care about the money—she cared about the years he had missed.
Lyra wanted answers.
“He left… and now he’s back with paperwork?” she asked.
“We should talk to him,” Lyra said.
When he stepped inside, no one moved.
There were no hugs. No relief.
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