Daniel looked at her cracked hands, swollen knees, and tired back.
Then he knelt and hugged her like a child.
The next morning he woke early and helped her cook breakfast.
He didn’t try to become a father overnight.
But he stayed.
He repaired the roof.
Replaced the rotten beams.
Filled the pantry with real food.
Walked Lucas and Lily to school.
Fixed their bicycles.
Sat with Margaret on the porch in the evenings.
For the first time in nine years, she wasn’t alone watching the night.
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