First message
I hear some shuffling from my son’s room, which is odd since he is out of town this weekend. I set down the pen on my study table and quietly walk to his room. I chuckle when I see who’s in there. Did you come to spend time with this old man? I tease her amusedly. My smile immediately falters when I see her red, teary eyes. Sweetheart…what happened? My paternal instincts quickly took over and I walked over to her with my hand around her shoulders, beckoning her to look at me.