Over the next few weeks, Michael kept his word. He spent time with Harry, slowly building a bond with the son he never knew he had. I watched them together, my heart slowly starting to thaw. The anger and resentment I had held onto for so long began to fade, replaced by something else—a cautious hope.
One evening, after Harry had gone to bed, Michael and I sat together on the porch, the cool night air wrapping around us. “He’s so happy with you,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe… maybe I was wrong about a lot of things.”
“We both made mistakes,” Michael said gently, reaching out to take my hand. “But we have a chance to make things right now. For Harry, and maybe even for us.”
I looked at him, feeling a warmth in my heart that I hadn’t felt in years. Maybe, just maybe, we could rebuild what was lost.
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