Emma
Alex sat at the long study table in the new house, his small hand moving carefully as he wrote the assignment I gave him. The afternoon light spilled through the tall windows, making everything look warmer than I felt.
“Mommy, is this correct?” he asked, raising the paper halfway.
“Finish that line first,” I said gently. “Then I’ll check.”
He nodded and bent over his work again, tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth the same way he always did when concentrating.
I watched him… silently. The way his eyebrows pulled together…
The shape of his eyes…Even the way he held the pencil.
He looks so much like Lucas. The thought hit me hard and was unwelcoming.
I hadn’t seen Lucas since Dallas, besides that post of his wedding anniversary on i********:…since the day he told me to my
