29 août 2026

After dropping my wife off at the airport for her wellness retreat, my twelve-year-old granddaughter whispered….

Because that was just what he said.

That’s how he said it.

There was no confusion in his voice, his overflowing imagination, his weak drama.

Only certainty.

And that certainty was what paralyzed me.

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