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

hard.

“You’re good at words,” he says.

I shake my head.

“No,” I whisper. “I’m just desperate.”

We decide to tell Leo the next day.

At breakfast.

In daylight.

Not in the dark where fear grows teeth.

Leo is eating cereal, milk dribbling down his chin.

Mike and I sit across from him.

My heart hammers so hard I feel it in my throat.

I want to run.

I want to snatch continue reading …