Brooklyn
It was actually him, my son. He had come to visit after what felt like a month since he last came around and my heart was filled with happiness. It had been over a month since my boys last visited me, so when I heard the knock at the door and opened it to see Hardin standing there, my heart just about burst. A warm smile spread across my face as I pulled him into a hug before he could even greet me properly. It felt so good to hold him, but even while hugging him, I could sense something was off. I could sense that worry and uncertainty around him as I pulled him back, holding his face in my hands.
“What’s on your mind, baby? You don’t seem okay,” I asked gently.
He shook his head, his expression a little guarded. “It’s nothing much, really. I just... I need your advice on some
