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Guilty on all counts. No confusion. No mercy.
Kenzo slept through the night again eventually. So did I.
Years later, our house is small. Ordinary. Safe.
Kenzo laughs easily now. He still watches everything, but he smiles more than he scans.
Sometimes he asks if I believed him that day.
I always answer the same way.
“I believed you. And I always will.”
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