"Are you coming next Saturday, too?"
"Yeah," I said. "I'd like that very much."
For once, it felt like the world was letting someone new begin, right there over pancakes and crayons and second chances.
Now, I'd always have a living part of my son with me.
And as Theo leaned against my arm, humming the same tune Owen once loved, I knew that grief could bloom into something new — something bright enough for both of us.
Now, I'd always have a living part of my son with me.
