"Benny is just a boy. I’m his godfather. And Sophia... she’s a friend. It’s only right that I take care of them. You understand, don’t you?"
I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. "I know," I murmured. "It’s fine. Take care of them."
"That’s my girl," he said, relieved. "Listen, Liam always wanted to see the ocean, right? I’ve booked a trip for us. The day after tomorrow, we’ll fly out and fulfill his wish."
He paused, as if waiting for my reaction. "We may have lost him, but as his parents, we can still honor his dream. Just wait for me to come pick you up."
***
That night, Sophia bombarded me with messages.
[Guess where we are?]
[Willy felt so bad about today that he bought me a private jet! We’re flying to Vegas right now to celebrate! Isn’t he the best?]
[Oh and don’t worry about Benny—he’s thrilled. Willy promised him a shopping spree. You should have seen his face when he realized he could buy anything he wanted!]
[A private jet. A shopping spree. Lavish spending to make them happy. And yet, when my son was alive, Willy couldn’t even spare him a fraction of that affection.]