As I turn to face him, my body stiffens, and my mind races with thoughts of what he might say. I hope it's not something that will break my heart. I try to compose myself, thinking of Shawn's needs first. "Please, I'll need to take care of Shawn, then I'll be back," I say, trying to sound calm.

"Can I carry him in my arms?" he asks, with emotion in his voice.

"Yes," I reply, but as I try to hand Shawn over, he clings to me like a lifeline. I couldn't force him to let go.

"I'm sorry, I'll need to go now, but I'll be back," I tell...