He looked grumpy and serious in the morning, like always. Whenever his brows furrowed and his eyes serious, I couldn't help but remember Ethan to him. They have the same eyes, and most of his features were copied from Ethan, so it is easy to identify that they were father and son.

"Good morning, my baby!" I happily said, burying the conversation I had with Ethan. Ethan, though, remained standing behind my back while I kneeled down on the floor to level Jared's serious face. For a moment, a memory flashed in my mind—a picture of me kneeling down a cold grass while begging Ethan to stay in my life....