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

couch with a cartoon playing softly.

Mike carries him to bed.

I watch from the hallway.

Leo’s head lolls against Mike’s shoulder, mouth open, lashes long against his cheeks.

Mike lays him down like he’s made of something priceless.

Then Mike stays there, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at our son like he’s memorizing every detail.

When he finally continue reading …