“Everything okay, Harry? You don’t seem yourself.”
He shrugged and Sabrina’s stomach rolled over. Okay. He wasn’t right.
“Harry?” she asked gently.
He pulled his blankets up to his neck and scrunched up his little nose. “I’m sad.”
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nbsp; Sabrina didn’t think her heart could squeeze any tighter. She paused, because it was beating way too fast and she didn’t want to scare her son.
“What are you sad about?”
Again with a shrug, Harry looked up at her. “Just sad.”
“Is it because your sister had a sleepover and you didn’t?”
“No.”
Sabrina continued to rub his forehead. The most helpless feeling in the world was when your child was upset and you had no idea how to fix it.
“Is it because of Daddy?” she asked carefully, watching her son closely.
“Not really.”
Okay. What did that mean? Not really? Did she push for more?
“Do you want to tell me what’s making you sad?”
Harry snuggled deeper into his blankets and shook his head. What to do? Did she leave it be? And see if he was good to go in the morning? Or did she keep quizzing him.
In the end Harry made the decision for her because he yawned and turned onto his side. “I love you Mommy,” he murmured.
“I love you too,” Sabrina whispered, pressing one last kiss to his cheek. She left the nightlight on and closed the door, leaning back against it with her eyes closed. The cottage was silent. Her child was sad. Her heart was heavy.
This was her life now and she had to make it work.
* * *
A knock at the door had Harry scrambling up from the table. Sabrina had just served him a plate of pancakes and in less than ten seconds, he’d managed to get syrup all over the front of his superman pajamas.
Harry yanked on the door and Abby Mathews stepped inside.
“Hey Harry. Did you know you’re drowning in syrup?”
Harry laughed. “I missed my mouth.”
“Ah, I see.” Abby giggled. “I just wanted to say goodbye to you and your mother.”
With a smile, Sabrina tossed her tea towel and walked over to Abby.
“You guys leaving already?”
“Yes. We have a flight to New York in four hours, and if there’s no traffic we just might make it. Tucker is such a bear in the morning.” The woman gave her a big hug. “It was so nice to see you again.”
Abby tugged on the ends of Sabrina’s hair. “I love the new cut.”
“Thank you.”