YES**

**POV Fred**

“Please, Mommy… just give him the answer,” Jimi pressed.

Manuela looked at our son and let out a soft sigh. I knew how deep their bond ran—whatever she said next would be for him more than for me. She wouldn’t disappoint him. And I didn’t want any of his little wishes left hanging, especially not now, right before he’d be cut off from everyone for so long. It wouldn’t hurt her to tell the boy what he wanted to hear. And, in turn… what I desperately wanted to ...