“She just gave me ice cream, Daddy,” Porter said when Trent still hadn’t moved. Almost all the kids had gone now, and still Trent couldn’t get himself back to his truck. “It’s good too. That Neapolitan kind from Duality you never let me get.”
“Hm,” Trent said, taking his son’s crutch and sweeping the boy into his arms. The scent of sweat and sugar met his nose, and he suddenly wanted an ice cream sandwich too. “Why’d she bring you ice cream?”
He didn’t want to admit that seeing Lauren Michaels crouched down in front of his son, and Porter’s beaming face, had made his heart beat again. It hadn’t been functioning properly since she’d left his house last Tuesday night.
It seemed impossible that it hadn’t even been a week yet. He felt like she’d been gone forever.
“She said she would,” Por
