Bidding farewell with a backpack filled with untruths.
I promised I’d be back before their birthdays. On the porch in mismatched pajamas, Mateo clung to my leg, Jasira lay half-asleep with her thumb in her mouth, and Amari tried to seem brave despite his trembling lip. My ex-wife stayed inside—she couldn’t bear to watch. We rarely speak except about the kids, and when…
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