I froze.
Not dramatically, just this internal pause where my brain needed a second to catch up with what I’d heard.
I laughed a little because kids say bizarre things all the time.
Imaginary friends, dragons under the bed, teachers who can fly… I’ve heard it all.
“Daddy, when you go, a new dad comes to us.”
But something about the way he said it didn’t feel imaginative.
“What do you mean, buddy? What new dad?”
Liam didn’t even glance up.
He just kept moving bricks around, humming softly the way he does when he’s concentrating.
“The one who comes when you’re not here. Mommy says he’s helping.”
