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

“Do we tell him? Because… because he’s asking questions.”

My hand freezes.

The bench woman’s words echo in my head.

Kids know.

They make up their own version.

Their version is scarier.

I swallow.

“I don’t know,” I admit.

Mike looks up at me, eyes wet.

“I don’t want to break him,” he says.

I stare at the kitchen tile, trying not to fall apart.

“I don’t want to continue reading …