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 liked getting back on the ground.”
He grinned, delighted by the answer, and that grin seemed familiar too.
Lauren stepped aside just enough to speak to him, her voice steady with an effort I could now hear.
“Mason, could you put the star beside the tree?
I’ll fix it in a minute.”
“But it’s the top star.”
“I know, honey.
I’ll help.”