Chapter 35: Baseball Bat

It was a quarter to nine o’clock. Usually by this time I would either be in bed with Neo to tell him a good night story or pushing him to quickly wash up so he could go to bed during days he would overplay sometimes. 

Right now though, I was all alone on his bed, holding the last book I was telling him the story of, and trying my best not to have another god-awful breakdown. 

Safe to say, I was doing fairly terribly at it.

I crouched into a fetal position and tightly held on to his pillow in between my thighs. It still smelled like him – coconut and vanilla. He had chosen the shampoo and soap when we were in the grocery once. He had always been in love with the beach so when he saw the shampoo set, he begged me for it endlessly. 

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