Mike nodded, his voice low and respectful. “Sounds like he had good taste.”
For a moment, Liam played with one of the patches on Mike’s vest. “Do you help kids?” he asked.
Then Liam said something that brought the entire room to a hush.
“Can you hold me? Just for a minute? Mama’s arms are tired.”
My arms weren’t tired. I would have held him forever. But I could see what he needed in that moment. Someone strong. Someone who reminded him of the father he missed so dearly.
Mike looked to me for permission. I nodded through tears.
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