Lucy charges to me and jumps on the bed, arms wrapping around my neck. Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy! Oh, thank you, sweetheart. I kiss the top of her head, laughing when she leans against me with such force, we tumble onto the pillows. I glance over at the door, finding Hudson there. He’s holding a tray stacked with plates and a cup of orange juice. There’s a single flower in a small vase, and when he smiles at me, I can’t help but smile back. “We brought you breakfast.”
