Be good,I signed to him.
You…not stay?
We can’t, honey.
Please?
I’m sorry.
Please?
I took his hand into my own, traced a circle in his palm, looked at him, and smiled. He did not look at me, but rather looked at his hand, as if waiting for me to do it again. So I did, and several more times after that. Then I pointed my index finger at him.
You,I signed. Be a good boy. We’ll come to see you soon. Okay?
He said nothing.
We love you, honey. Give me a hug?
He let himself fall into my arms, sobbed softly against my neck.
I wanted to pick him up and carry him right out of there.
When he pulled away, I rubbed gently at the tears on his cheeks and smiled at him, hoping to encourage him. He stared at me, his blue eyes filled with misery. They wanted to say something, those eyes, but he couldn’t seem to find the courage or the words. It seemed like I was finally seeing the little boy inside there, lost in that world that was his small body and fucked-up life.