H A I L E Y
He pulled away, a small, grateful smile on his face. He wiped the tears from his eyes, a gesture that was both vulnerable and endearing.
"Alright, alright," he said, a small, humorless laugh escaping his lips. "Enough of this. Let's not ruin this beautiful evening with our sad stories. We have a weekend to enjoy. And we have a son who is probably wondering where we are."
He took my hand, his grip firm and steady, a silent promise of his love and devotion. We walked towards the lake, the setting sun casting a warm, golden glow over the water. Liam was skipping stones, a look of intense concentration on his face. Every few skips, he would turn around and give us a thumbs up, a proud, triumphant smile on his face.
"Look, Mommy! Daddy!" he shouted, a wide grin on his face. "I g
