Inside Their World
Later that evening, Aaron followed the boys into their bedroom.
The walls were covered in bright drawings. Names scrawled in uneven letters. Little stories taped carefully beside the beds.
Lucas eagerly showed him a picture of five stick figures holding hands. Above them was a single word, written slowly and with care.
“Dad.”
Evan brought over a toy car missing one wheel.
“Can you play tomorrow?” he asked.
Miles handed him a notebook.
“I wrote things for you to read,” he said solemnly.
Owen said nothing.
He simply held Aaron’s hand. Firmly.
Aaron made up a story on the spot—about four brothers lost in a forest who always found their way back to one another.
He promised he’d be there for breakfast.
