“Uncle Duncan,” Sonny said sweetly, "you have to come with Mom to pick me up, okay?”

"Absolutely," Duncan replied without hesitation, his voice filled with warmth.

Even though Sonny was still standing right in front of him, Duncan already missed him. Letting go of the little boy felt harder than he had anticipated. Sonny slid down from Duncan's lap and ran back to Hank, grabbing his dad's hand.

Hank glanced at Duncan, as though wanting to say something, but ultimately, he stayed silent.

Finally, Hank spoke to Liberty and Duncan. "Liberty, Mr. Lewis, Sonny and I are heading upstairs. His grandparents are waiting for him." Liberty nodded. "Alright."

She and Duncan stood still, watching as Hank walked away with Sonny.

steps, waving enthusiastically at the

clenched his fists, fighting the urge to rush forward, scoop Sonny up, and bring him back. He kept reminding himself over and over: Hank is his biological

just two

already felt like

keep him longer than they should. If Sonny had stayed with the Browns for weeks or worse, months-Duncan didn't

influence Sonny, planting harmful

only been a few minutes, and I already miss Sonny. How am I supposed to survive two whole days? Hank might be his father, but I hate the idea of him taking Sonny for even

has changed a lot. He's a better father now, and I trust him to protect Sonny. It's only two days-they'll have some quality father-son time. We shouldn't worry. Even Sonny's grandparents have softened over time. He's their

resolute, but Duncan's brow furrowed in

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