"Mommy, I've already gathered 100 candy wrappers. Why isn't Daddy coming home?"In a hospital room, I, Natalia Granger, stared at my son, Carl Lane, as he fumbled to use his newly learned sign language to communicate with me. My tears, which had been pooling in my eyes, finally spilled down my cheeks.I didn't even know how to tell him that his father, Andrew Lane, wasn't coming home because he was spending time with another child. Andrew had long since forgotten about the promise that he had made.Taking in the lost yet hopeful look in Carl's eyes, I forced myself to smile and hug him. "Once you've recovered, we'll find him together, okay?"Carl nodded obediently, having understood my meaning. He voluntarily took his medicine. Then, he lay down to sleep while hugging his teddy bear.I stayed with him until he was asleep, after which I stepped out of the room. Then, I helplessly sighed.…Eight days ago, Carl finally managed to collect 100 candy wrappers and instantly got ready
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