We had a rough night, but we’re going to be okay. Lei hasn’t slept much, so please be patient. He’ll write soon. I’m handling it. Please, trust me. I love your brother. I love your son. Micah.
When I put my phone down on the table, I looked up to find Lei standing in the doorway. Slowly, he made his way to the bed and crawled under the covers in his clothes. He pushed his face into my chest. “I’m not okay,” he said and a sob shook him. He clutched my shirt, pushing harder into me. “I’m not okay. I’m not okay.”
I hugged him tight, rocking him. “Tell me. Tell me, Lei. Say it. What is it? What do you see?”