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

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

For a moment, we stood in silence, the

of distance between us heavy in the air. Then Vesta's face brightened as she remembered something. "How's your son?" she asked, her voice full of warmth. "The last time I saw him, he was just a baby. He must be, what, a teenager by Her question hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt the air leave my lungs as the ache I had buried deep inside rose to the surface. "He... he's gone, Vesta," I

yea

whispered, my throat tightening. "He died."

Vesta's face fell, and her hand flew to her

mouth. "Oh my God, Doris... I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

I forced a smile, though my heart felt

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heavy. "How could you have known? We

lost touch."

Tears welled up in Vesta's eyes as she reached out to hug me again, this time softer; more carefully. "I'm so, so sorry," she whispered. "I can't even imagine what you've been through." 'I didn't cry. I had cried so many tears over

the years that there were none left.

Instead,

I stood there, letting her hold me, feeling the weight of everything I had carried alone for so long. When she finally let go, Vesta wiped her eyes and looked at

me with renewed determination.

so much," she said softly. "But you're here

hope stirring inside me. Maybe I didn't have to go through this

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your checkup, why don't

Vesta suggested,

much I want

7

part of me

part, the part that remembered what it was like to have someone to lean on,

said finally. "I'd like

before stepping back. "Great! I'll meet you after your appointment. We've got a lot to talk

relief, maybe even a bit of hope. It wasn't much, but it was enough. For now, that was

His Knees His Pless

the medical wing and into a long, bright corridor, memories of us,

inseparable, like sisters. It was strange how time had pulled us apart, how life had taken us in different

reached out to gently touch my arm. "I've missed you too, Doris. More

felt the stirrings of

chances. As we continued

the hallway, I reali

realized that

something

I had lost and heal

my side again,

face whatever came next.

say anything more,

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