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

it is.

The lie.

The sin.

The promise that will haunt me.

I squeeze him harder.

“I know,” I whisper. “I know, baby.”

Leo pulls back just enough to look at my face.

His cheeks are wet. His eyes are desperate.

“Why did you promise if you might go?” he asks.

It’s not accusation.

It’s confusion.

And it’s the kind of question that makes adults uncomfortable because continue reading …