“You think so?” I whispered. I reached out to smooth Adam’s curls. “I hate how much time I spend away from him. Mom calls me at least once a week to talk to him because he’s crying for me.” “You’re doing this for him.” Something in his voice made me meet his eyes. “He’ll understand that.” Usually there was nothing to see in those silver orbs, but at that moment, I saw everything I needed to know. “Thank you.”
