“I am so proud of you,” I whispered into his hair. “For loving your friend like that. Do you hear me? I am so, so proud of you.”
He nodded against my shoulder.
“But it is not your job to worry about money, Noah. That is my job. Yours is to be a kid. To eat your lunch. To grow.”
“We are going to take care of Eli. I promise you. You and me,continue reading …
