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
He held out the cardboard ornament.
“Mom says broken things take patience.”
I crouched to his height.
“She’s right.”
“Can you put it on top?
She can’t reach the high branch without the stool.”
Lauren looked at the tree and then at me.
She didn’t say anything, but her face softened.