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Yes, I cried for David.
And I cried later that night when I held Jason in my arms again. Skype just was not good enough. As much as I’d enjoyed my weekend in New York, there was nothing like holding my son. Absolutely nothing like being back in my house with him even if I could hear the ghosts again.
But I tried to push that pain away. What really mattered was that David had gone eight long years without a mother, and now, they were going to work toward a relationship again. It almost felt too good to be true. Like I’d expected Celeste Van Pelt to somehow live up to her villainous name. For her to cackle like Cruella de Vil and traipse off into the shadows in a mink coat. Except she had been genuine, and that one trip to New York City had spun it all into motion.
Even though
