Still, the boys thrived. They learned work ethic, loyalty, respect. They were happy, loved, and safe. Diesel quietly wept at night, wishing he could shield them from judgment, from whispers, from the world’s assumptions.
Then the inevitable attack came. Diesel picked up the boys from kindergarten and found Joe waiting with a sharply dressed woman.
“Mr. Spellman,” she said, “I’m Patricia Winters, Child Protective Services. Reports of gang activity have reached us.”
Joe smiled. “My investigator photographed a convicted felon here last week,” he said smugly. Snake had stopped by, a minor bar fight years ago on his record.
“The children were at school,” Diesel explained. “The felon never interacted with them.”
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