It meant I was choosing something different for my child.
I didn't want my baby to inherit anger that wasn't theirs. I didn't want old wounds deciding who was allowed to love us.
I wanted my child to grow up knowing that family could heal.
Maybe not perfectly. Maybe not quickly. But honestly and I stood.
"I think you'd tell me to give him a chance." I said as I wiped my cheeks.
"So I'm going to. I wish you could meet my baby. But somehow, I think you'll be there." I added as I touched the top of the gravestone and my voice cracked.
When I returned to Lawson Customs, Jace was waiting outside and he looked at me as I approached.
"You went to see Will." He said and I nodded.
"Yeah." I said.
He didn't ask why. He simply held out his hand and I took it.
"I made my decision." I said.
