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When my ex-husband, Leo, reached out saying he wanted to reconnect with our daughter, Lily, I felt something I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in years: hope. This was the man who had missed birthdays, school plays, doctor appointments, and every promise he ever made. Yet suddenly he wanted a weekend with her — “to make things right,” he said. Against my better judgment, a small part of me believed he might finally be ready to show up as her father. I packed Lily’s little backpack with all the things she loved: her soft yellow dress, her favorite snacks, her…
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