His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 2

Three years of marriage, fifteen years of growing up together, and this is how little he thought of me.

I didn't bother responding. My dry eyes ached, but I didn't care. Let

him think whatever he wanted. It was all over now.

I dragged my suitcase toward the door.

Sienna's voice drifted over. "Nathan, I heard you were supposed to

take Oliver camping, but I asked you to come see the Northern Lights

with me instead. Is my sister upset because of that?"

Nathan's tone was soft. "It's fine. Camping can wait. But seeing the

Northern Lights? That's a once-a-year opportunity."

bitterly. An overwhelming sadness gripped me, and I

must have finally realized I wasn't joking. He rushed over, grabbing my

he stopped mid-sentence, stunned by the

camping trip.

cried myself blind in the funeral home

I saw

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Knees. His Pleas. But

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have my secretary arrange it

our son, dying of cancer, had that

He didn't deserve to

away coldly.

I pushed him away. He hadn't expected the woman who had once clung to him to suddenly reject him. As he tried to gather himself,

your attention. Now my sister is furious." Pretending? My stomach churned violently, my mind going blank. When I

me. "Doris, have you lost your mind? How could you hit your own sister?"