Ronan broke down completely.
“I hit you, kid,” he said.
“You stopped,” Malik answered.
“You didn’t leave.”
Malik recovered slowly after that.
Physical therapy, weeks of rehab.
But he made it.
Completely.
Today he’s fourteen.
He plays baseball again.
And every Sunday, Ronan comes over for dinner.
Malik calls him Uncle Ronan.
Sometimes life gives you people you never expected.
And sometimes the man you thought destroyed your life turns out to be the one who helped save it.
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