When I arrived, Clint and his crew were inside, high and unpredictable. My house was trashed. Patricia was distant, broken. But my son—my son was everything. I reached his room, held him tight, and whispered, “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
Clint and his crew were arrested. Patricia faced consequences. Custody went to me, and Justin finally slept without fear. Months later, I learned Clint was part of a bigger criminal network. I helped bring it down. The threats were gone, but I had done what I had to do.
Now, I watch Justin play soccer, scoring goals and smiling without fear. I’m no hero. I’m a father. Some wars follow you home, and some monsters are worth becoming to protect the ones you love.
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