A week or two weeks ago, the very thought of Aaron disappearing from our lives would have given me so much joy that I would have thrown a party, but now knowing what I know, I feel like a horrible person for everything. I am a horrible person.
I cheated him. I cheated him of the years he could have gotten to know his son. I knew he would have given anything to be a part of Zion’s life.
“I can’t,” I said with a small voice. It was the truth; I couldn’t bring myself to leave. My legs felt stuck.
He sighed and said nothing else.
I wanted to ask many questions, but I couldn’t ask why he didn’t tell me of his condition because we weren’t even friends to begin with. Last I checked, I hated him. The only thing that joined us was our son, and that wasn’t enough reason for him to open himself u
