Atonement at Our Shared Grave

I died four years ago, but my soul remained, bound to my son.

I was forced to watch, powerless, as my son called his NFL star father.

"Do you still love my mommy?" Luke asked innocently.

Liam's voice turned cold with disgust. "Tell that gold digger I'm done with her games."

My heart shattered as my son screamed back: "My mommy has been dead for four years!"

The phone went silent.

He thought I betrayed him. He divorced me before I could tell him I was pregnant.

I died alone, protecting his secrets while he lived a perfect lie with his rumored girlfriend.

Now he wants our son back.

But some truths are deadlier than graves.