The Last Gift novel

---- And in the end, it killed my wolf.

"Dad, I know Viola lied before, acted out, and pretended to be sick.

But that was the old her.

I believe she's better now," Jane said, looking at me with a sharp, taunting look.

She sounded like she was defending me, but all I could hear was her reminding everyone of my past mistakes.

"Alright, just don't mess up again.

Look at youso full of life," Dad muttered, then turned to Jane with undisguised tenderness.

"Meanwhile, Jane's the one who really needs care." His voice dropped, heavy with concern.

"This illness...

her healing factor's almost nonexistent now." "T think Aunt Jane needs more love and care," Mark said, leaning over the bed.

"Please get better soon, Aunt Jane!" I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and all the small hope I had left was crushed.

I wiped away the tears that had started to fall, then looked at Mark and said, "You said your Aunt Jane is the best, right? Do you want her to be your mommy instead?" ---- I smiled and said, "I've decided.

From now on, Jane will be your mommy.

Are you happy?" Mark's eyes lit up.

"Really?" Really.

Jane can stay with you from now on.

She can pick you up from kindergarten and cook you better meals than I ever could.

How does that sound? Aren't you happy?" Before I could say more, Mark grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it.

"I'm so happy, Mommy.

You're the best!" Then, without a second thought, he rushed to Jane's bedside and called out, "Mommy!" The pain in my chest was unbearable.

It had been so long since my son had shown me any affection.

I couldn't even remember the last time he held my hand, or kissed the back of my hand like that.

And the price for all of that was letting him call someone else "Mommy".

My parents and Leo watched the scene with smiles on their faces, pleased.