She hesitated, carefully revealing his past—he’d run away, failed every class, and had nowhere else to go. We knew she was testing our reaction, waiting to see if we’d back out. Instead, we asked to FaceTime him. His eyes were hollow, his body frail, his hands trembling. At just 15, he looked like he’d already lived a lifetime. But to us, he was already ours. When he shared the drugs, the girls, the chaos—what we saw was a boy ready to leave that pain behind.
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