When you couldn’t sleep.”
She reached for Mike’s hand.
“You’re a Whitman, Michael,” she said. “And that boy is a Whitman. Because you made him one. Every single day.”
Mike broke down in his mother’s living room. TrackPregnancy
Luke rose and perched on his father’s chair arm. He rested a hand on his father’s shoulder.
Eileen looked at her grandson.
“Come here,” she said. “Give your grandmother a hug.”
Luke embraced her.
“I don’t care whose eyes you have,” she whispered in his ear. “You’re my grandson. You’ll always be
