Her chin wobbles, and a fresh wave of tears roll down her cheeks. “It was in the bottom drawer of the dresser. I was looking for a shirt to wear, and I… It still smells like him.”
She presses the blanket to her face and dissolves into a puddle.
My heart aches. I’ve never felt an emotion like this. It’s a physical pain that wrenches me apart. The fact I know Piper feels it, too, and I can’t do anything to help her only, makes it worse.
“He’s your son,” she sobs. “You’re the one who should be upset. I’m sorry that I—”
I roll her onto her side and swallow her body with mine, wrapping her in my arms and tucking her against the curve of my legs until she stops shaking.
“You loved Benjamin as much as I did. You don’t have to apologize for crying, Piper.”
She nods, and I hold her until her
