One last game and Jamie eagerly tugged his father back to his room to get ready for dinner. Nicolas worried if a simple collared shirt and trousers would be formal enough for the four-year-old even as Jamie pointed out his suit hanging in the closet. Nicolas blinked in shock. Jamie had insisted on packing himself so Nicolas hadn’t known exactly what the boy brought.
“A suit?”
“You said grandpa always wears them,” Jamie declared. “He’ll like me better this way, right?”
Nicolas sadly smiled at the expectant four-year-old. How could he possibly explain that acceptance was likely impossible? As long as Nicolas wanted a family Jamie had also wanted one, a proper one with grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins. It wasn’t fair for him to be deprived. Pushing the thoughts aside he helped J
