Noah didn’t turn on the light. Instead, he sat by the side of the bed and stared at his son underneath the dim light.

After a long time, he reached out and brushed Lorian’s cheeks. The little boy rolled to the side and lay down flat on the bed.

His defined nose and innocent eyes reminded him so much of Gwynn back when she was a little over twenty years old. Just like that, his mind was flooded with memories. The pain was so excruciating that it felt like someone stabbed him through the heart