“Are you still there?”
Avery sent another photo.
That one ended the joke.
Tyler was wearing the silver watch I’d bought him for his birthday.
I pressed my palm to my mouth.
I’d saved six weeks for that watch, packing lunch and skipping little treats because he deserved something good.
Avery sent another photo.
When I gave it to him, he kissed my forehead and said, “You always know how to make me feel seen.”
Avery’s next message arrived.
“He told me the watch was from a client. Was it from you?”
I let out a sound that almost became a laugh.
