His face dropped watching me beg. We both wanted each other.
“Can’t I come over, just for a minute?”
I needed him right now just like he needed me. She wouldn’t let me. I understood, but it didn’t ease the pain.
“Please?” I pleaded, wishing tears could form in my eyes.
He laid his head against the pillow, knowing I couldn’t come in.
He didn’t leave the bed for weeks. I stayed right there, as close as I could, until he was well enough to finally hug me.
“Am I a good boy?”