heart full of hope. She hesitated. I didn’t. I took him away. I had to protect him. Weeks later, I won full custody. Stacey didn’t contest it. She couldn’t. She vanished again—but this time, I didn’t go looking. Luke and I moved to a new city to start over. He still asks about her sometimes. But slowly,
we’re healing. One day, she texted: “I miss Luke. I’m lost.” I deleted it. Some betrayals are final. Now, every sunset, I hold my son and remind him, “You’ll always have me.” And that’s enough.