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."

laugh bitterly. An overwhelming sadness gripped me, and I quickened my pace toward the

rushed over, grabbing my arm angrily. "What are you trying

stunned by the hopelessness in

just a missed camping trip. It's not a

cried myself blind in the funeral home because, for

I saw

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secretary arrange it next month. We'll

son, dying of cancer, had

didn't deserve to be

away coldly. "There's no

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

furious." Pretending? My stomach churned violently, my mind going blank. When

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