Carter stared down at his hands.

“And he didn’t come?”

“No.”

He swallowed.

Then he said,

“I don’t want him to be my dad.”

I placed my hand over his.

“You do not have to decide anything tonight.”

Mason looked toward the hallway.

“Can Grandma Evelyn still be Grandma?”

Evelyn’s eyes filled with tears.

I looked at her.

Then at my sons.

“If that is what all of you want.”

Owen answered immediately.

“She has cookies, so yes.”

Evelyn laughed and cried at the same time.

Carter took longer.

But eventually, he nodded.

That was enough.

## Grant Learned That Being a Father Was Not a Rank

Grant asked to speak with the boys before we left.

I allowed it only because they agreed.

He entered the kitchen carefully.

No uniform.

No medals.

No authority.

Just Grant.

He stood several feet away.

“I don’t expect any of you to call me Dad.”

Carter crossed his arms.

“Good.”

Grant accepted it.

“I made choices that hurt your mother and hurt all of you.”

Reid asked,

“Why?”

Grant looked at me once before answering.

“Because I cared too much about the life I wanted and not enough about the people who needed me.”

Mason frowned.