Darren had bought it for him two months before the sickness took him from us. From then on, Eli brought it everywhere.
“What do you mean, gone?” I asked.
Eli gulped. “Sorry, Mom. I gave it to someone.”
“You gave it away? What about…”
His chin lowered.
For a brief moment, I was not gentle. I was not proud. I was only an exhausted widow staring at one more empty place where my husband used to exist.
“Eli, that was from your dad.”
“I know.”
“Then why would you give it away?”
“There was a lady at the bus stop,” he said quickly. “She was pregnant, Mom. Really pregnant. She was crying, and her coat was soaked, and nobody was helping her.”
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