Unfulfilled Promises
Lucas whined a little, then scrambled up on his own, racing into my arms, giggling and crying, "Mommy!"
They said in Westbridge, the Foster empire was no more. In Westbridge prison, a madman raved with vacant eyes.
I only smiled.
I gathered Lucas into my arms and carried him home for a warm bath.
Some lives had ended. Ours was only just beginning, full of noise, joy, and life.