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
PART 3
The wind pushed a scatter of snow across the porch.
My fingers had gone numb, but I hardly felt the cold.
“How old is he?”
“Liam.”
“Please.”
She looked back toward the living room before she answered.
“He’s seven.”
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