“I really miss Dad,” he whispers, his little voice breaking, and then his shoulders are shaking. I hold him tightly, tears leaking out of my own eyes at the heartbreak causing my son pain. “I don’t want Xander to die, too.” “Oh, buddy,” I murmur, clutching him close. “You’re not going to lose him, okay?” “I made a wish on my birthday, but now I’m scared for it to come true.” “What wish, sweetheart?” I ask gently, rubbing his back. He takes a deep breath in. “Don’t be mad…I figured since you two like each other a lot and we like him, too, that it wouldn’t be too bad. But I wished for Xander to
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