James wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding me steady. I had fixed things with him. Miraculously, he had forgiven me for everything. But I couldn’t fix this. I didn’t know how to heal my son.
“What are we going to do?” I whispered. I wasn’t even sure if James heard me. But then he kissed the side of my neck.
“We’re going to wait.” His breath was hot in my ear, giving me a sense of comfort. “And pray. And be with him as much as possible.”
“But you’re not religious.”
“Praying to a God you didn’t think you believed in during a crisis sometimes makes a believer out of the most hardened of souls. It makes you hope that miracles can happen.”
I sniffed, trying to stop my tears. “Did you read that somewhere?” It was beautiful.
“No, it’s just…true.”
I turned my head to look up at h
