Chapter One
My boy looked up at me, half hidden beneath the covers. A face full of wonder and excitement.
I die every time I see him, wondering what I did to deserve such a gift. His hair was getting long, needed a cut. What started as a mousey brown, was growing darker by the day—he’d inherited that from me, god help him. The inquisitive almond eyes, peering back at me were all mom, though. I couldn’t help but smile. Full of love and joy for the little man in front of me.
A dim light from a standing lamp cast a warm glow across the room, filling the space with peace and calm. Nearby, a half-empty glass of water and an old book occupied the bedside table.
I sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the tattered paperback, which I had dug out of a storage box only a few hours earlier. Mo
