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
When I left, I said exactly when I hoped to see him next, then checked with Lauren before naming the day.
Mason walked me to the door.
“Okay, Liam,” he said.
“See you Saturday.”
I drove home with that small sentence ringing in my ears.
I didn’t need him to call me anything else.
I needed to make sure Saturday happened.
PART 12
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