Chapter 14 - TEACHING DREW TO BE SIX
Two years later, Drew plays baseball badly.
He loves it.
That combination matters.
For a long time, he refused activities unless he thought he could succeed immediately. Mistakes used to make him panic.
Now he strikes out, kicks dirt, then asks whether the concession stand still has pretzels.
Progress.
Lily is five.
Healthy weight.
Wild curls.
She talks constantly.
Sometimes I wonder if the universe owed us extra words after the basement.
Our house changed around them.
I added a second bedroom when Drew finally decided he wanted his own.
It took fourteen months.
The first week he slept there, he dragged his mattress into the hallway outside Lily’s room.
We moved it back together.
No shame.
No argument.
Eventually he stopped.
Food insecurity eased slowly.
There are still crackers in three places.
I pretend that is normal.
Their grandparents help on Wednesdays.
My foreman, Luis, became operations manager at my contracting company, which means I no longer work sixty-hour weeks.
Financially, that hurt.
Emotionally, it saved us.
I dated once.
Then realized I was using dates as evidence that my life remained “normal.”
I stopped.
Maybe later.
The children do not need me to build a perfect family around them.
They need one adult who returns when he says he will.
Drew talks about Aaron more now.
At first, every memory of his father seemed dangerous because it connected to the house where Reena later hurt him.
Therapy helped separate those years.
Dad making pancakes shaped like dinosaurs.
Dad teaching him how to throw a ball.
Dad singing terribly in the car.
Aaron exists again as a father, not merely the man whose death opened the door to Reena’s control.
That matters to me too.
I once asked Drew’s therapist whether I should tell him I had ignored Aaron’s old email about the laundry-room punishment.
“Why?”
“Because someday he’ll know I missed something.”
“Is the confession for him or you?”
I hated that question.
So I waited.
When Drew was eight, he asked:
“Did Dad know?”
I answered carefully.
“He knew Reena had locked you in a room once. He told her it wasn’t okay. He also asked me to listen if you ever told me something strange.”
Drew stared at me.
“Did I?”
“Not clearly.”
“Would you have believed me?”
There are moments adults are tempted to lie because the truth makes them smaller.
I didn’t.
“I hope so.”
“That means you don’t know.”
“No.”
He nodded.
Then went back to his Lego set.
Children sometimes accept imperfection faster than adults.
I sat there beside him understanding that being his guardian did not require becoming the hero of his story.
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Drew had already been the hero long before he reached my porch.
My job was to make sure he never needed to be again.
