ANTHONY'S POV
"How are you, Julian?" I found myself asking after we stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. For the first time in my life, I was nervous.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't even know what to do.
"I'm fine, Mr. Carter. Thank you so much for the airplane! I've always wanted one!" He grinned as he gingerly caressed the toy in his hands. A strange, unfamiliar warmth filled my chest.
"What else have you always wanted?" I asked before I could stop myself. I couldn't explain it, but seeing him happy made me feel like I could give him the world.
Julian's eyes brightened. "I've always wanted to go to the beach. But Mommy says I have to be older. She says I'm careless sometimes." He pouted, and a small smile etched on my lips.
"Your mother is right,"
