Liora’s POV
The next morning, I woke with the strange awareness that Karl was still here.
For months, my life had been divided into what came before and what came after the divorce, but the actual time that had passed was not as long as it sometimes felt. It had been only a few months since my divorce from Ken had been finalized, and only a few months since I had left and moved to New York to start over. I hadn't been gone for years. I hadn't missed an entire childhood.
But a lot could change in a few months when a marriage ended badly and a mother and son were already struggling to find their way back to each other.
Karl was seven now, and although I had seen him during those months, our relationship had become strained enough that sometimes I felt as though I was trying to find the l
