Chapter Twenty-Eight

OUR NEW BEGINNING

 

MY MOM WAS GRINNING LIKE the Cheshire cat when we entered the kitchen, while Daniel was stuck between smiling and bitch slapping. Weston’s eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas as he surveyed the bounty, and I repeatedly had to smack his hand from picking up a cookie on the cooling rack. However, Mom fed his addiction by opening up one of the multiple canisters she’d received over the last few days and hoisting it into his chest, which he began munching away at.

“Better?” Daniel asked in a whisper once Weston’s attention was diverted.

“We’re getting there.” I gave him a smile.

His eyes lit up. “Are you going home with him?”

I nodded. “After Christmas sometime.”

He smiled back and wrapped his frosting covered hands around me. “I’ll miss you.”

“Miss you, too. And it’s only a few months till summer,” I said to reassure him, but it didn’t do much to lift the sadness that swallowed him.

“Yeah, but every day without you sucks monkey balls.”

I laughed and nudg