He shrugged, showing no remorse. “I’ve met someone. I’m moving away. This isn’t the life I want.”
I gripped the doorframe to steady myself. “Are you serious? You’re his father.”
He didn’t answer. Without another word, he turned, walked down the steps, got into his car, and drove off. No hug. No goodbye. Just gone. Ethan, unaware of the gravity of the moment, was busy dragging a worn stuffed rabbit across the porch, humming a tune.
I picked him up and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “It’s just you and me now, baby,” I whispered.
And it was true. From that moment on, we were all each other had. Continue reading…
