Nathan POV
I walked into my home office, expecting to find Sabrina ready to review the latest notes for my campaign.
I wasn’t expecting to see my son standing there, clutching a piece of paper, fat hot tears sliding silently down his cheeks.
“Andy, what is it?” I said, dropping my briefcase onto a chair and hurrying to crouch in front of me.
Andy threw his arms around me, his little arms squeezing my neck. “It’s Claire!” he cried. “She’s never coming back!”
Confused, I exchanged a look with Sabrina, who shrugged. I held Andy for a moment while he cried, not quite sure what to say.
When he calmed down a bit, I picked up and settled us into the seat across from my desk.
“What is this?” I asked, prying the damp and crumpled paper out of his hands. I noted with co
