Harry’s body is racked with pain, but his mind is clear, and he’s been given a second chance to meet his son. Free of the tumor’s distortion, he has so much he wants to tell the boy, but most important, maybe, is this: life makes monsters of everyone, but it’s always possible to come back. Pain and death are real, but so are love, and family, and forgiveness. But the words won’t come. Instead he leans forward and kisses Noah’s forehead and hopes this tiny pink blob of a person will grow up to understand.
