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

in my lap.

Mike’s jaw works like he’s chewing on something bitter.

“You hear that?” he mutters.

I look at him.

His eyes are hard now, angry.

“Love, not fear,” he repeats. “As if that’s easy.”

I don’t answer.

Because it isn’t easy.

Because fear is living in our walls.

Because love and fear are tangled together in my chest like wires I can’t separate.

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