Their wedding came shortly after—simple, sweet, in a local park. Close family only. Mason served as the flower boy and dumped the entire basket of petals on my brother’s head, making everyone laugh.
During my toast, I said, “Life doesn’t wait for you to feel ready. It pushes you in, and you either learn to swim or lose what matters. He learned to swim.” Lila wiped away tears.
The man hadn’t been around at all. Now he wanted involvement.
Lawyers got involved, court dates were lined up, and the fear of losing Mason weighed heavily on my brother. “Where was he when Mason was sick?” he kept asking. “Where was he when he tooContinue reading…
