My Parents Saw My Son And Knew

talking to me.

He was talking to my son.

“I chose a politician over my own blood.”

Mom made a broken sound.

Noah didn’t answer right away. He studied my father with those same dark Mercer eyes, except softer. Better eyes.

Then he asked, “Are you gonna do it again?”

Dad covered his mouth with one hand.

“No.”

It came out wrecked.

“No.”

Noah nodded once, like he continue reading …