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

tell him the truth either,” I whisper.

Mike nods once, hard.

“What’s the truth supposed to be?” he asks, and there’s anger in it. Not at me. Not at Leo.

At the universe.

At whatever system decided our family is expendable.

“What’s the truth for a five-year-old, Sarah?” he continues, voice tight. “Do we just… dump it on him? Like, here you go, kid—carry continue reading …