“Emmett?” He lays one hand over his chest, his mini blue Vipers jersey with my name and number on his back, the dinosaur stuffy tucked under his arm wearing a matching jersey, crocheted by Jaxon’s gran. “My Cara, um, my Cara said that we is gonna go to your hockey tonight. Did you know? I—I… I gonna be there, so if you get scared while you is skating, you can come to give me a hug, and then you will feel better, right?”
my heart cannot handle this sweet angel boy
