He continued coloring the wings.
“Will he be with Vanessa?”
“I don’t know.”
“Will he tell her that she’s more important than us?”
My heart ached.
“I don’t know that either, sweetheart.”
Mason set down his pencil.
“Then I don’t want to see him yet.”
I nodded.
“That’s okay.”
He looked up at me.
“Are you mad at him?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I’m hurt, too.”
“Are you going to stop loving him?”
I took his little hands in mine.
“Your dad and I have grown-up problems to figure out. But you never have to earn my love, Mason. And none of this is your fault.”
He leaned into me, and I held him until his breathing settled.
That afternoon, I made two phone calls.
The first was to a family attorney.
The second was to Tyler.
He answered on the first ring.
“Thank God. I’ve been trying to reach you.”
