Then he asked:
“How is he feeling today?”
“Relatively well.”
The doctor paused.
“If his condition allows him to travel and this is something you want to do… don’t wait too long.”
Those four words were enough.
Don’t wait too long.
The next morning, I started organizing everything.
Plane tickets.
A hotel.
Medical documents.
Everything we might need during the trip.
I didn’t even want to think about the money.
All I could picture was Leo’s face when he saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time.
And then I did something I didn’t want to do.
I texted Daniel.
Since leaving, he had barely contacted us.
I sent him only one message:
“Leo wrote a letter to Santa. He wants to see the Eiffel Tower. We’re going to Paris. If you want to be there for your son, now is the time.”
He read it.