The gym froze when he walked in. Not from fear—but from the unspoken weight of war, of a husband’s promise, of a father’s desperate hope to simply be there at the end. Then came the questions, the sidelong glances, the demand that he prove himself yet again. In front of his son. In front of everyo… Continues…
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