Months passed and seasons changed.
And Ben? He got something I thought he’d lost forever — a father figure.
And me? I got a partner, a protector, and a reason to believe again.
I used to think it took betrayal to shatter you. Now I know — it takes kindness to rebuild. All it takes is one person to show up.
Just one. And I’ll never forget the night Daniel looked at me across that greasy booth, held up Ben’s crayon drawing again, and said quietly, “I think I want to be him when I grow up.”
What would you have done if you were in Wendy’s situation? We would love to hear your thoughts.
