I wipe my cheek as I pull the zipper on Ash's bag. I feel his keen gaze on me as I pack his bag, but he doesn't say anything.

Good, because I don't know what to tell him. Even I don't know what I'm doing. I'm packing up but it hasn't sunk in yet. That we're leaving again.

Running again.

Ash jumps off the couch and waddles over to where I stand. He drops his action figure on the top flap. "Forgot this, Mommy."

I let my gaze meet his brilliant blue and I don't think ...