'Momma?'
I almost died when I heard Mia's voice on the other end.
'They found him. He is alive. He is okay.'
My heart jumped into my throat. The week had started badly and progressively gotten worse. Now, the thing I'd prayed for to Kobe, was granted.
Mia and I spoke for a few more minutes before I hung up. Max squirmed a little, grunting in his portable crib and I went over and picked my little guy up. Walking over to the bed, I lay down with my man on my chest.
Taking a deep breath and kissing my newborn son's forehead, I could feel the atmosphere of change churning through the room.
But could I survive it?

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