“Ma’am, at this point, keeping him on support may only be prolonging the inevitable.”
I nodded. “I’ll… think about it.”
When I told Diane, she took my hand and said, “You have to think of Leo. Mark wouldn’t want his son remembering him like this.”
That hurt more than the doctor’s words.
“Isn’t there still a chance?”
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I did not sign anything then, but I let them talk about timing, preparing, and what came next.
That evening, I was sitting quietly by the bed when Leo hopped down from his corner seat and approached Mark.
“Daddy,” he whispered. “Don’t worry. I still haven’t told Mommy the secret.”
A chill went down my spine. Leo had barely spoken in days!
“Leo? What secret are you talking about, baby?”
He flinched so hard it looked like I had struck him. “Nothing.”
