Traded For His First Love
I whispered, offering a smile.
He shifted, his voice small but searching. “Mom… is Dad gonna be okay? I mean, with Grandma gone?”
My heart ached, his worry for Elliot echoing my own. I sat on the bed’s edge, smoothing his hair. “He will, Sammy. It hurts now, because he loved Grandma Florence so much, but we’re all here for him—you, me, Avie. And Grandma… she’s in a better place, watching over us.”
Sammy frowned, his lips pursing, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. “I’m not a little kid anymore, Mom. I don’t believe in stuff like Santa Claus or… or heaven.”
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