A week after that terrible night, things had more or less returned to normal. Kael had mostly managed to put everything behind him. I honestly envied how easily kids could move on and forget things. Sure, he would still have memories and flashbacks about what happened, but overall, he seemed to be doing okay. I wasn't, of course. Even though he was almost sixteen, I'd turned into a helicopter mom again, just like I'd been when he was a little kid. Anytime he was out of my sight for too long, I started getting nervous. It was slowly getting better, but I knew it would take time. As for Kael, he didn't seem to mind. “Mom, I can make my own sandwich,” he said as I took his plate away and started finishing his lunch for him. “I know, but I want to help. Go sit down. Do you want some chips and a candy bar from the pantry?” He laughed and raised both hands in surrender. “Sure. Why not?” He walked over to the kitchen table. “Are you gonna make me a sandwich too?” Orion asked
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