Until Love Breaks Through

pressing heavily on his shoulders. The familiar aroma of aged wood and faint lavender

s of solemnity and quiet grief. They had come to console his grandmother and the rest o

e room until they landed on his grandmother. She sat in her usual armchair, her posture slightly hunched, a

ays called her that, the name laced with affection and years of cherished memor

meeting him. This time, there was no excitement in

ourning her child. Yet, as she beckoned him closer with a trembl

p it seemed to anchor them both against the storm of grief surrounding them. It was as if she knew that, at that moment, this was just wha

he fabric of her skirt as she looked at him. She was talking about Daniel-his son, the boy John had

sharp and final. The pain of that moment lingered like

e said, already moving

h each step. The warm and golden sunlight spilled

s around the garden, his laughter mingling with the rustle of the breeze. His thick, dark hair curled unruly a

from the world, a secret John guarded fiercely, though not out of love. It wa

wasn't just his child; he was a reminder of everything he had lost. Cindy's departure still stung, her words echoing in his min

rtune." That's what he called

randmother walked ahead, her arms open wide to the boy who never stopp

and played with his nanny. The sound of the front door opening barely registered in h

" the nanny gently coaxed, h

ce shaky, as if the effort of standing was still a new skill. "Papa!" he cried, his voice high and excited, the word tu

ove only a child could muster. His arms opened wide as he reached his fa

nmoving. No words, no arms re

apa! Papa!" he repeated, his voice now carrying a slight quiver. It

ed silent, his exp

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s father's stern yet kind expression, but all John could feel was the gaping void left behind. His che

soft but weighted with emotion. "He loved you so

his throat dry. He

a continued, her voice faltering. "He always

longing he thought he'd buried. His hand fell to his sid

w," she said softly. "We

row furrowing in confusio

." Nana's voice was resolute, yet her

r seemed to thin, each bre

scaped his lips, more a

n didn't waver. "You

wrapped itself around him like a vice. John's chest heaved as the w

sh him. He glanced at Daniel playing quietly in the corner, blissfully unaware of the storm swirling around him.

't risk anyone finding out about Daniel. I need someone to loo

in the room. "You mean a nanny? Someone who can

ontact every agency you can. Find someone who is good with special needs kids and

through options. "Don't worry," she reassure