She held on for a moment longer.
“Me too.”
When we stepped out of the office, Sam was waiting in the hallway with the other military men.
The moment he saw Leo, his face lit up.
Leo didn’t hesitate. He ran straight to him.
“Dude!” Sam laughed as Leo pulled him into a tight hug.
“I thought I was in trouble,” Leo said.
Sam grinned. “Worth it though!”
Leo smiled.
“Yeah,” he said. “Absolutely worth it!”
I stood back for a moment, watching them.
They talked like nothing had changed.
But everything had. Because now Sam wasn’t the boy left behind.
And Leo… wasn’t just the one who cared.
He was the one who acted.
That night, I paused in the hallway before going to bed.
Leo’s door was slightly open. He was already asleep.
The patch sat on his desk.
And I realized something that settled deep in my chest.
You can’t always choose what your child goes through.
But sometimes… you get to see exactly who they are becoming.
And when you do, you stand there quietly grateful that they didn’t walk away when it mattered most.
