Alethea I know I said I never wanted to see Asher again, not even in my dreams, but as I look into the eyes of my son, I realize something I can’t escape—a mini Asher is staring right back at me. "Mummy," his small voice calls out, soft and filled with concern. I stretch my arms, pulling him into my embrace. The moment his tiny body nestles against mine, the ache in my chest eases just a little. "Mummy, you’re crying," he says, his words more of a statement than a question, but I can see the worry in his innocent eyes. I force a smile, brushing a stray tear from my cheek. "I’m fine now that I’ve seen your handsome face." I'm being sincere, despite everything, this boy has me wrapped around his little finger. "That’s so cheesy," he says with a mischievous grin, pinching my cheek. "You’re growing up so fast," stroking his soft hair. "You even know how to call your mum cheesy now?" He giggles, and I kiss his forehead. For a moment, all the pain fades away. Right now, it’s
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