Child Protective Services came soon after, and Addison refused to let go of my hand. That moment began a journey none of us expected — temporary custody, careful healing, and a bond that grew stronger with time.
Seven years later, Addison is thirteen. She visits me every month, calls me “Grandpa Bear,” and dreams of helping others one day. Her mother recovered, rebuilt her life, and found peace. And somehow, a little girl who once ran to a stranger in fear became family. That day in Walmart changed both of our lives for the better.
