He’s gone.
He looked at the note, looked at me, and then squeezed his hand against his chest.
“What’s in the world?”
“Honey, you can’t raise three babies alone!”
“I know!”
He’s gone.
He looked at the note, looked at me, and then squeezed his hand against his chest.
“What’s in the world?”
“Honey, you can’t raise three babies alone!”
“I know!”