"So do you play much of the flute?"
"Only a little." Joseph answered.
"Well, that's going to change! I'll help you master the art of flute playing!" I smiled at him. He was quiet for a bit as we went to his room. I stayed outside while he fetched his flute. It was beautiful. All shiny and it played very well. I stole it from him for a second to try it. To have a connection with his mother......
He's lucky. I thought. All the pictures and such of our parents had been carefully stored, hidden away from Xander and me. Pictures might clue Xander in on the dark secret that I'd been hiding from him. I'll keep it from him until he's old enough.
To protect him from the pain.