once upon a dream
Sam stared at the letter in her hand, shaking. There was no way this could be real.. None..
That child had died.
Apparently, it hadn’t and her son had grown up.
How old would he be? 13? 14?
Her baby boy, the child she had never gotten to hold.
She slumped down, head falling to her hands. She had a son, one she had mourned and thought buried in the deserts of Kuwait. He had survived. They had sent him home. He wanted to meet her.
She had a partner, she loved Steph. What would she think about this? She was supposed to be home later that night, she’d talk ot her about it then.