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“What do you want me to do, Hope?”
“I want you to stop waiting for instructions.”
“I’m trying.”
“Then try without turning me into your manager.”
He sat across from me.
“I cleaned the entire house. I thought you’d be happy.”
“I’d be happier if you knew why Miles’ cry sounds different from Luke’s.”
He looked down.
“Then teach me.”
For a second, I almost agreed.
The old version of me would already have been reaching for a notebook.
Instead, I shook my head.
“No. Watch them. Learn them. Spend enough time with your sons that you know.”
His expression tightened.
“And what if I mess up?”
“You will.”
He looked surprised.
“So will I.”
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