“I’m sorry I made your mommy cry. I never meant to. Your mommy is very, very special to me.” Without missing a beat, he asked, “Do you love her?” “Noah.” Lila tried to shush him and steer him away but he wasn’t having it. He stood his ground and looked at me expectantly, waiting for an answer. Kids. They just get right to the heart of the matter, don’t they? “Yes. I’ve always loved her.” It was true. No sense in lying. Lila had to know that I’ve always loved her. Unfortunately, love hadn’t been enough to fix everything that was broken. Me. I’d been broken. “She was my best friend for a long,
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