Tears streamed down Hannah’s face. She sang the last line about waiting for this moment to arise. Milo went to her. Not hesitantly, not awkward or uncomfortable or nervous, but full tilt. Arms opened wide, he flung himself at his mother. Hannah wrapped her arms around him and drew him close, burying her face in his dark curls. They held each other tightly, like they never wanted to let go. Quinn’s chest filled with warmth. Her eyes were wet. She felt like crying and laughing at the same time. She knew how much this meant to Milo. She knew how much Hannah must need this.
