Heard His Thoughts, I Left Him at the Altar
It wasn't until I got closer that she looked up and asked, "Mom, have you read 'The Little Prince'? If the fox was so good to him, why did he still choose the rose in the end?"
"Because she was his cherished rose, unique and irreplaceable," I answered.
Lily looked at me, her eyes blank, still too young to grasp the meaning of my words. I smiled and took her hand.
"When you're a little older, Lily, you'll understand what I mean."
Shawn stood silently beside us, saying nothing. But as we left the mall, he handed Lily a brand-new copy of 'The Little Prince.'
Through the car window, I gave him a parting nod.