He switched off the light and knelt down next to Gabe’s bed, his face mere inches from his son’s. Brushing the sweaty hair off his forehead, he leaned in and kissed Gabe twice. Once because he was Gabe’s father and a second time for the mother that he no longer had. “I love you,” he whispered before standing back up and moving to the door. “She may have found you too difficult, too much to handle, but to me, you’re perfect just the way you are.”
