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

because the counselor pamphlets always say consistency is good, because everyone has advice.

Then I remember: advice doesn’t live in our house.

Leo does.

So we let him.

He wedges himself between us like a warm little anchor.

He falls asleep quickly, exhausted from crying.

Mike lies awake, staring at the ceiling.

I can feel his hand gripping mine under the continue reading …