I Went to Apologize to My Ex-Wife on Christmas Eve. Then a Seven-Year-Old Boy Opened a Door I Thought Was Closed Forever
The teacher smiled and told him that he’d done an excellent job.
Mason immediately launched into another explanation about support beams.
I kept my own expression steady until we stepped into the hallway.
Lauren saw my eyes and quietly handed me a tissue from her coat pocket.
“He’s figuring it out,” she said.
“Yes,” I answered.
“He is.”
The moment wasn’t about me being granted a title.