Rain
“Mommy, when will Levi come back?”
I stroke Mark’s hair back from his forehead. “I don’t know, my baby. The doctor is taking good care of him, though.”
Mark nods; sadly while snuggling into my pillow beneath his head. I brought Mark to my room because I couldn’t bear to put him in his own room, not after what happened. I bathed my baby in a tub filled with bubbles. Bubbles make Mark smile, but not this time – nothing made my little boy happy tonight.
Mark was still upset, not only about Levi, but that he had wet himself in fear and tried to change his pants before anyone noticed. I hadn’t even realized Mark was wearing shorts instead of the jeans I put him in this morning.
But who even notices the little things when panic sets in?
I know Levi is technically my uncle, but I don’t
