I thought my heart was already broken, but it isn’t until this moment that the final pieces rip and tear away, shriveling as they fall to the ground. I’ll never get to hold his hand, or see his chubby cheeks break into a smile. I’ll never hear him squeal with excitement when we play Spider-Man on the walls. I’ll never get to tell him that for all the ways I love his mother, I love him just as much. It’s that last thought that breaks me, my chest splitting from the pain, organs spilling to the floor.
