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

loved me.

I take his hand.

“I’m saying it because I love you,” I whisper. “And because I love Leo. He deserves a dad who’s still alive on the inside.”

Mike yanks his hand back like I burned him.

“Stop planning your replacement,” he snaps.

I flinch.

There it is again.

The comment-section fight.

The debate that splits people down the middle.

Some will say I’m continue reading …