The Ice That Won't Thaw

Summary

My husband, David, didn’t love me, and he certainly didn’t love our son.

The day Finn was born, David didn’t even glance at him, just thrust him into my arms.

Years later, on Finn’s eighth birthday,

The man, usually so distant, came home for the first time, completely drunk, and held Finn and me in his arms.

I thought the years of frozen indifference were finally melting.

But then I heard him, his voice slurred, endlessly murmuring the names of his "sunshine" and her son.

And that day was precisely when his "sunshine" had returned from overseas.