I listened, unable to look away.
“And when they’ve done that, He takes them back.”
My heart squeezed painfully.
Mateo smiled softly. “So the baby was already so good that God didn’t think they needed to come here first.”
Silence filled the room.
For a moment, I simply stared at him.
Then a small laugh escaped me, a real laugh. It was a broken sound but real all the same.
God, children really were incredible. They viewed the world with such innocence, such kindness and hope.
And suddenly I realized something.
He was right about one thing.
I still had him. I still had my son. My beautiful, wonderful boy.
I couldn’t give up, not completely, not while he still needed me. Not while he still looked at me like I hung the moon.
I pulled him into another hug, holding him tightly.
Then I looked up.
And found Dominic and Caterina watching us.
The relief on both their faces was immediate, visible, almost painful.
As though they’d been holding their breath all day and had only just now remembered how to breathe again.
Caterina gave me a small nod.
A silent message that said you’re going to be okay. Not today. Maybe not tomorrow.
Then Dominic stepped forward, holding a familiar container. The food I’d refused earlier.
He looked almost hesitant, as though afraid I’d reject it again.
But someday.
For a second I considered it. Then I looked at Mateo, at the concern in
his eyes,
the hope..
And finally, slowly, I reached for the container.
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