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
I answered the first two easily.
The third made me stop.
“Yes,” I said.
“Grown-ups get scared, too.”
“Even soldiers?”
“Especially when something really matters.”
He considered this, then asked, “How do you know my mom?”
Across the kitchen, Lauren froze with a spoon in her hand.