I sighed, stroking his hair gently. “Dad had to go away for a while, sweetheart. But I’m here.”
He looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes.
A little boy in his bed | Source: Midjourney
“Do you still love him?” he asked. How do you explain the truth to a child, that the person they look up to has broken your family? “I love you, Danny,” I said, evading the question.
“And that’s all that matters.”
Emily, who had taken to reading the letters with me. She picked up a bright yellow envelope and grinned. “This one’s from California, Mom. A single dad…
in my contact list. You are a sunk cost, Elena. He’d said it two years earlier during yet another lecture about my “small thinking.” It had landed…
circular drive curved around a fountain that had never once been turned off, not even during the drought years. Manicured hedges lined the path, trimmed into obedient…
