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."

overwhelming sadness gripped me, and I quickened my pace

joking. He rushed over, grabbing my arm angrily.

stopped mid-sentence, stunned by the hopelessness in

camping trip. It's

must have cried myself blind in the funeral home because, for

I saw guilt in

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my secretary arrange it next month. We'll

son, dying of cancer, had that long

deserve to be

pulled away coldly. "There's no

to suddenly reject him. As he tried to gather himself, Sienna's voice interrupted. "It's all my fault. I knew Oliver was pretending to

child for your attention. Now my sister is furious." Pretending? My stomach churned violently, my mind going blank. When I regained control, I realized I had already slapped Sienna. Nathan's expression, which had softened for

have you lost your mind? How could you