Nothing.
Then I felt it.
A tiny hand wrapped around mine.
Warm.
Shaking.
Then a whisper.
« Mom… »
Bruce.
My eight-year-old son.
« If you can hear me… don’t open your eyes. »
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Nothing.
Then I felt it.
A tiny hand wrapped around mine.
Warm.
Shaking.
Then a whisper.
« Mom… »
Bruce.
My eight-year-old son.
« If you can hear me… don’t open your eyes. »
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