He’s Gone… But What Broke Me Wasn’t Just That

my voice shaking.

“It was my son’s. Unless you’ve got a lawyer in your diaper bag, good luck.”

She slammed the door.

That night, I turned the back seat of our car into a “camping trip.” Ava cried herself to sleep. Noah whispered:

“Dad wouldn’t let this happen.”

“And I won’t either,” I said, holding him close.

But Jason Had Already Protected Us

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