“We can share,” Milo said. “What do you mean?” “You need a family, but you don’t have one. I’ll share mine with you. Then we can be brother and sister, for real.” “You really want that?” He snuggled into her neck. His mop of unruly curls tickled her cheeks. “More than Christmas. More than peanut butter.” It was several moments before she trusted her voice enough to speak. Her broken heart pulsed with affection and sadness, love and sorrow. It was almost too much to bear. Damn, but she loved this kid.
