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."

An overwhelming sadness gripped me,

have finally realized I wasn't joking. He rushed over, grabbing my arm angrily. "What are you trying

mid-sentence, stunned by

just a missed camping trip. It's not

myself blind in the funeral

thought I saw guilt in his

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arrange it next month. We'll go

He thought our son, dying of cancer, had

didn't deserve to

pulled away coldly. "There's

away. He hadn't expected the woman who had once clung to him to suddenly reject him. As he tried to gather himself, Sienna's voice interrupted. "It's

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

shielded Sienna, glaring at me. "Doris, have you lost your mind? How could you hit your own