The Son She Chose to Lose

was gray and cold, matchin

se – a few of Ethan' s teachers, some ki

te, making a show o

olored, plush toy, somet

r voice thick with feigned emotion. "

an hadn't played with anythi

sly saving his allowance for a used sc

er performance, a symbol of how

d towards the simple casket

ollow the pallbearers,

sion shifting from performati

a burdensome secret. "Finn is having a severe an

isbelieving. "Now, Vic

she said quickly, her eyes darting towards the churc

hurrying down the aisle, her he

stinct screech of her ca

risis. F

nappropriate toy still clutched in her aband

looked on with pi

d through him that had noth

im; she had abandoned Ethan

heer, callous disregard