Chapter 1224 Thanksgiving (12)

• Yasmin kissed Finn’s forehead, then pulled him into a hug.
• Finn opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say—how to tell Mommy that wasn’t what he meant, that he couldn’t really understand her words. In the end, all he could do was watch as Yasmin turned off his light and closed the door. The tiny bedside lamp spilled a soft, warm glow over Finn and the model cradled in his arms. He stared at the toy and whispered, “Daddy.”
• The robot in his arms—he’d once smashed one just like it with his own hands. That one had been bigger, finer too. But he’d broken it himself. And the person who’d given him that toy, the one who’d treated him so, so well, he had driven away, hard and cold. When that person left, did his heart shatter like that toy thrown against the floor?