What the Bread Was For

He had spent seven years, at last, not taking.

And a woman who had every reason in the world to despise him had picked up a pen to tell him that the not-taking had been seen, and had counted, and had — slowly, against the weight of everything — begun to change what she was willing to risk.

He had not earned his family back.

But he had earned this letter.

And this letter, he understood, was the first thing he had earned honestly in his entire adult life.

Chapter 28 — Dad