But in the end, I chose a different path.Not because I was noble.Because of Noah.That child taught me something.Hating someone was easy.Letting go, starting over, and choosing to be better took far more courage.On Noah’s birthday, I took him to the science museum for a space exhibit.The planetarium had a massive dome that could recreate the entire night sky.When the lights went out, thousands of stars appeared overhead.Noah stood beneath them with his face tipped up, his eyes glowing as brightly as the stars themselves.He reached up as though he could touch them.“Uncle Lucas,” he asked, “when people die, do they turn into stars?”“Some people do.”“What about my mom? Did she?”I was quiet for a moment.I thought of Sophia crying in court.Of Victor’s silence.Of the old scars on Noah’s arm.“Yes,” I said. “She’s watching you from up there. She wants you to be happy.”Noah nodded.Then he took my hand.“Uncle Lucas, thank you for not giving up on me.”I
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