Cradling him to my chest, on the cool bathroom floor, I think about the events that led us here. Going back to the day we met, to the day I fell in love with his twin, to the day our choices cost us more than we could ever afford. To the day I told him I wish he had died, to the day he left and then to yesterday when I watched him sleeping in the hospital bed, regretting every harmful word. And then to now. To this moment where it feels like he’s right where he’s meant to be. Where he smells unfamiliar but he feels like mine.
