The ride home from daycare felt like any other ordinary afternoon. Traffic crawled along in uneven bursts, and the sky slowly dimmed as evening approached. In the back seat, my five-year-old quietly hummed to herself, her legs swinging back and forth to a rhythm only she seemed to know. Then she broke the silence. “Daddy,” she asked lightly, as if requesting dessert, “can we invite my other dad to Father’s Day dinner?” Her voice was soft. Innocent. But the impact was anything but small. I kept my focus on the road, steadying my breath. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” She…
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