“He left,” I whispered, “so I could keep the light on… mine.”
“You did, Mom,” Alex said, his voice breaking.
And for the first time in five years…
I believed it.
And the warmth of that truth nearly broke me.
“He left,” I whispered, “so I could keep the light on… mine.”
“You did, Mom,” Alex said, his voice breaking.
And for the first time in five years…
I believed it.
And the warmth of that truth nearly broke me.
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