Aspen

“I’m coming with you.”

The words are out before I can stop them.

Because every part of me wants to go.

To help.

To make sure he comes back.

But then—

Dylan.

My gaze shifts to the doorway.

To where my son is standing.

Watching.

Waiting.

Trusting me to stay.

My chest tightens.

And just like that—

I already know the answer.

I shake my head.

“I can’t,” I say quietly.

“My place is here.”

With him.

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