There are moments when the innocence of a child becomes almost unbearable, because they ask exactly the question you have spent months trying to avoid answering.
I pulled both boys into my arms and held them tightly, telling them that if someone could not recognize how special they were, then the problem belonged to that person, not to them.
My phone vibrated again.
An unfamiliar number.
For several seconds I considered ignoring it, assuming it was some kind of advertisement or mistaken call, yet something compelled me to answer.
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