with his sweet smile, with the way he’d curl up in her lap and have her read him the same book over and over, his little face lighting up every time they came to his favorite part. Leo, her first born. Her revelation. The answer to the question so many asked but never got the answer to. What’s the point of living? Why are we here? Poppy had discovered the answer while sitting in a dark nursery, rocking her son to sleep. She’d come to understand the meaning of life in his laughter, in his tears.
