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The media was full of rumors, but Marcus focused on the children. Jamie was going to school with the help of a therapist. Hope was being cared for by the best doctors. They moved to a quiet neighborhood, away from the hustle and bustle, close to safety.

On Jamie’s seventh birthday, Marcus took her to Evelyn’s grave. Jamie placed a drawing on the tombstone. Hope sat quietly in his arms.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” Marcus whispered. “But I will protect her. Always.”

As they walked, Jamie tugged on his hand.

“Papa?”

Marcus turned around.

“Thank you for turning around that day.”

At that moment, Marcus realized: his decision to pause and listen had given him a second chance he never thought possible.