“Well, Tommy Miller”—Kam scribbles his name on the small white paper—“where’s your dad? I’d like to meet him, too.”
A tear drops from the child’s eyes. “He’s not here. He went to heaven a few months ago.”
Kam pauses. We all do. “I’m very sorry to hear that.” Kam clears his throat.
“I’m one of your biggest fans. I’m gonna watch all your games. For my dad.”
Kam turns his entire body toward the brown-haired boy.
“I appreciate that. I’m gonna play my heart out for you. And your dad.” Then Kam does something that breaks my heart. He hugs him. Engulfs him in his arms and gives him a fierce squeeze. Kam can’t see it, but I can. I can see the brief solace on the boy’s face as his hero connects with him on a human level.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is exactly the reason why I have zero doubts about becoming Mrs. Kamdyn Ellis.
