I Promised My Son Forever—Then Cancer Made Me Count the Months

that means you never have to wonder if you were enough.”

I stop recording.

I keep it.

Because it feels real.

Because it feels like me.

Mike watches from the doorway.

He doesn’t speak.

He just walks over and wraps his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder like he’s trying to borrow my heartbeat.

“Sarah,” he whispers, voice broken, “I’m continue reading …