This was the third time this week you had asked Finan to come over for dinner and spend time with your son. Your son loved Finan because he would always play with him. Your husband was away doing business; he estimated he would come home in about a couple weeks, but in the meantime, you needed help with your son, and besides, you wanted a little company.

Finan is sitting on the ground, showing your son Alaric a wooden horse set he made out of wood.

“You got the hang of it, bud!” Finan says patting your son's back before standing up and walking over to you.

"He's a really fast learner." Finan adds, nudging your arm softly to gather your attention.