My eyes welled up. "I will be, Abram. I promise I'll be okay. Thank you so much for being such a good son. I love you." I embraced him in a hug for the first time since we made love. And he held me tightly in his strong arms as if desperately trying to hold his broken mother together. "I'll be okay someday," I whispered, trying feebly to assure us both as tears streamed down my cheeks and soaked into Abram's shirt. "I know it."

I felt so much better after talking to Abram. I felt like I had unlocked something between us. Like we had impossibly gone back to...