I leaned my head against his shoulder, watching our silent, wise little boy.
“Sometimes the hardest things to say are the ones that need saying the most.”
Oliver turned to us then, holding up both palms. On one, he’d written “Family.” On the other: “Forever.”
And in that moment, despite everything, I believed him.
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