“Why do you say that?” “I don’t want to leave Max.” Goddamn, my heart is thundering against my chest, sharp pricks burning my eyes because this girl loves my boy so fiercely. It’s something I wasn’t sure would ever happen, to have someone else love my child in the way I hoped they would. “But I have to go back,” she continues. Biting my tongue, I wait until I can find the right response. “Yeah,” I exhale. “You do.” She tilts her head to look at me. “I do?” “It’s your dream, Mills. I won’t let you walk away from that because of my son.” Or because of me.
