Ethan's first visit to the West Coast came six weeks after we left. Owen had agreed to a ten-minute phone call the week before. Afterward, he took a few days to think before asking whether they could meet at the park. My lawyer sent Ethan the time and place, along with one condition: Owen could end the visit whenever he wanted.Ethan was already there when we arrived. He hadn't brought a gift, just a bottle of water. There were dark circles under his eyes. When he saw Owen, he started forward, then stopped himself. “Hey, buddy.”Owen stood beside me, holding his skateboard against his legs. “Good afternoon, Alpha Ethan.”Ethan swallowed and glanced at the bench. “Would it be okay if I sat here?”Owen nodded. They sat at opposite ends, and I stayed close enough to hear our son. Ethan apologized for the play, the amusement park, and the airport. He didn't mention his workload or everything he'd been dealing with. This time, there wasn't a reason Owen was supposed to understand.Owen kept
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