“How’s Drew?” Elsa’s cart stops cold. She turns, ready to rip into whoever dares…
but a familiar face smiles at her — sincerely.
“Hi, Patrick’s mom. What university did Drew get into?”
The caved-in skull of her baby boy flashes before Elsa. “All of them.” True.
He’d gone up that mountain to celebrate.
“He chose Harvard. His law professors love Drew — say he’ll change the world!” He would have. “He’s — he’s coming home Christmas!”
The woman beams. “We all knew Drew was going places.”
Elsa nods, eyes closing as she smiles.
For a moment, it’s almost true.
Almost. Almost…
