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

Then we can work out what happens next.”

I walked toward my car, turning once to see the tree glowing behind the window.

Mason pressed his hand to the glass and waved.

I raised mine in return.

My son wasn’t yet able to call me Dad, and perhaps he never would.

But I had a phone number Lauren knew and an address twelve minutes away.

This time, I could be found.

PART 10