"Who is she, daddy?" George's son asks him, while still peeping at me.
"She is… she's my… Was my—"
"Your dad and I are friends." I complete for George. I did because I don't think I can handle the truth of how he sees me now. Whether as his crazy ex girlfriend or the lost love of his life.
My heart still twitches for George even though it now beats completely for Michael.
His eyes widens in amazement, "Really daddy? She is your friend? I have never seen any friends of yours before!"
He leaves his dad's arm and rushes towards me, "Hello! My name is Sammy!"
"Hello Sammy," I reply, pulling him into a hug. He smells so fresh. Just the same way a three year old would smell. A pang twitches in my chest on realizing that he is almost the same age as my lost son.
