Noah stepped back into the house and stood between Milo and the opened door to shield his view. He rubbed his face with the back of his arm. “Everything’s fine, buddy. I promise. Why don’t I tuck you back into bed?” Milo looked at Hannah. “Will you do it?” She didn’t have to force a smile. Not for Milo. Never for Milo. “Sure, baby. I’m right here.” Ghost trotted after them as she took her son’s small hand and led him back to his room. Milo clambered into bed and squeezed himself against the wall. He gave her a shy glance, the painful longing of a boy for his mother so apparent on his face that
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