My Son Brought

“That was intense.”

I laughed, but my knees felt weak.

“Yeah.”

“Are you okay?”

I looked at him.

There it was again. His instinct to check on me after being the one hurt.

“I will be,” I said. “Are you?”

He considered it.

Then he nodded.

“Yeah. I think I am.”

Inside, I made hot chocolate because neither of us knew what else to do after a family structure collapses continue reading …