The board deliberated for what felt like an eternity. When they finally spoke, they agreed that society gained nothing by keeping Bobby Love behind bars. He was coming home.
When he walked out of those gates, he wasn’t looking over his shoulder anymore. The secrets that had built a wall between us were gone, replaced by a truth we could finally share.
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I asked him once we got home, “Who are we now? The Millers or the Loves?” He smiled, holding my hand tighter than ever before. “We Love,” he said. “We just Love.”
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