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“Why didn’t you tell me?”
The boy hesitated.
“Because I thought you’d ruin it again.”
Daniel felt the weight of that truth.
He didn’t argue.
Didn’t defend himself.
He just placed his hand on the table, unsure, like a man learning too late that love isn’t proven by providing—but by listening.
And in that moment, he understood the truth waiting for him all along:
He hadn’t followed his son to uncover disobedience.
He had followed him straight into the consequences of his own past.
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