A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 35

Matilda jerked awake from a nightmare in the middle of the night, her breath ragged and her heart racing.

Logan, ever the thoughtful son, fetched her some medicine with the same care and concern that belied his young age. He might not have understood the complex words on the pill bottle, but he knew these were the magic beans that would soothe his mom’s troubled mind.

Her hands trembling, Matilda took the pill from him.

Logan, attuned to her needs, hopped out of bed to pour her a glass of water.

With the pill swallowed down with the tepid water, she caressed Logan’s head, her touch gentle. and loving.

The little guy seemed to bask i

the reliance his mother placed on him, cuddling up to her. “Momma, don’t be scared. I’m here, and so is Uncle.”

The hand resting atop his head quivered, and Matilda’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Logan, I’ll always be here for you, too.”

on campus, wearing his school uniform like a badge of defiance,

shadows of deep thoughts, the complexities of life, as clear and transparent as a mountain spring, brimming with the boldness and

memories

“did Daddy… did something happen again between you two?”

precocious sensitivity weighed heavily on Matilda. She hated that Logan, at his tender age, was burdened with

“Your daddy

by her answer, giving her a comforting

“Yeah… Your dad offered us

come through that

million, not a cent

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at the screen, tears spilling down her cheeks.

life, and her precious son–all of it was reduced