You can’t just…”
“We can’t keep doing this,” she cut me off. “You handle him. Find him a shelter or something.
That’s what you people do, right?”
My hand tightened around the phone. “These people” were his children. The ones he’d raised, sacrificed for, and loved unconditionally.
“That’s exactly what we’re telling you,” the daughter snapped.
“He’s just in the way now.”
The line went dead.
I stood there in the parking lot for a long moment, staring at my phone. Something cold and heavy settled in my gut. Then I walked back inside and sat down across from Henry.
“My kids… are they coming?” he asked hopefully.
I brought Henry home with me that afternoon.
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