Alethea

I know I said I never wanted to see Asher again, not even in my dreams, but as I look into the eyes of my son, I realize something I can’t escape—a mini Asher is staring right back at me.

"Mummy," his small voice calls out, soft and filled with concern.

I stretch my arms, pulling him into my embrace. The moment his tiny body nestles against mine, the ache in my chest eases just a little.

"Mummy, you’re crying," he says, his words more of a statement than a question, but I can see the worry in his innocent eyes.

I force a smile, brushing a stray tear...