Luca Vance. I changed my contact numbers and left my mother responsible for the mail arriving at my old address.
Leo remained near the Christmas tree, carefully examining his cardboard star. He could not hear our quiet conversation, but Jessi closed the wooden box and asked me to leave before he noticed how upset we were.
Every part of me wanted to stay.
I wanted to sit on the floor beside my son and somehow recover seven missing years in one evening. I wanted to know his first word, his
