Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1883

While other kids his age might not grasp the concept of death, Nolan was different. He understood it all too clearly.

One night, after Fitch had one too many drinks, he pulled out a single printed photo of Zoey, wiping away tears over and over as he lay in bed. Nolan had woken up then, peering with wide, curious eyes at the woman in the picture. "That's your mommy," Fitch had told him, his voice a mix of sorrow and love.

Fitch had deleted all the photos of Zoey from his phone, every last one. This photo was the only one he had, begged from Maja after enduring her snide remarks. And it was the first time Nolan had laid eyes on his mother. He'd often wondered what she looked like, why she never came to visit him. Did she think she was too ugly? But the woman in the photo was clearly gentle and beautiful.

"Nolan, daddy's sorry. Your mommy... she's gone to a place far, far away and she's not coming back," Fitch had explained, the weight of the truth heavy in his heart. Nolan had seen enough TV to know what that meant. Buried in the ground, an eternal separation between heaven and earth. She really wasn't coming back. After that, Nolan never asked to see his mommy again.

But now, he insisted she was alive, just like the woman in the photo. When Fitch heard those words, his heart skipped a beat, followed by a bitter taste in his mouth. He'd forgotten about showing Nolan the photo while drunk, but Nolan remembered her face instantly. In Fitch's mind, Nolan had never met Zoey, so the boy must be confused.

Maybe the Haskins family was right; maybe it was time to find Nolan a mother figure. His withdrawal could very well be due to the lack of a woman's presence at home. Fitch's demeanor softened as he turned to the music shop owner with a business-like coldness. "Please deliver it to this address."