Emily looked up at me when I finished reading.
“Is he okay?”
“I think,” I said, “he’s trying to be.”
That night, she curled beside me on the couch.
“We’re still a real family, right?” she asked.
I kissed her forehead.
“We’re the strongest kind,” I said. “One built on love.”
And for the first time in months, I believed it.
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