“Are you my dad?”
“Yes,” Ryan said softly. “I am.”
“Why did it take so long?”
“Because I was lost,” he said. “But I found my way back.”
Mason hugged Lucas.
“Uncle Lucas is a hero,” he declared.
A year later, Mason drew their family.
All of them with the same tattoo.
“Why?” Lucas asked.
“So we don’t get lost again,” Mason replied.
And Lucas understood.
Sometimes family isn’t rebuilt by remembering the past.
It’s rebuilt by choosing each other—every single day.
