Something that lingered.
Every time he had another coughing fit, my heart stopped.
Every time another doctor gave us half-baked assurances, I wanted to scream.
Something that lingered.
Logan walked in behind me and kissed the top of my head.
« You look far away this morning. »
« I was just thinking… Mom wants to come down again this weekend. »
« Third time this month. » He smiled, but his eyes flicked toward the window. « She really can’t stay away from us, can she? »
« Can you blame her? I’m her only kid. »
« I was just thinking about Mom, »
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