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“Okay,” I whispered instead, but I was looking at June. “Okay. Okay, I’ve got you.”

Mrs. Hunter went quiet. The porch light flickered again.

I carried them inside one at a time, and somewhere between the second trip and the third, I stopped being Uncle Noah and started being something I didn’t have a word for yet.

I became Uncle Noah, then Dad, by accident.continue reading …