“Is everything alright?”
Helen popped her head around the door, the smell of bacon following her.
“Yes. No. I thought...”
Luke was staring at Ryden, totally wrapped up in him. Helen walked across the floor and brushed the hair out of her son’s face, gently wiping the spilled milk. She squeezed Luke’s shoulder.
“You can’t expect miracles, sweetheart.”
Luke looked up at her and her heart turned over at the pain in his eyes.
“How can you do it? How can you sit with him every day; talk to him,