She didn’t do it.
Mason was too scared to deliver the heart-shaped box of chocolates to the Casanova of fourth grade.
After school she collapsed in sobs in my arms.
In the end, the fear of rejection had been too great.
So now, poor Hugo may never see the little smile in her heart just for him. His letter is unopened and Granddad ate his chocolates.
Still, I get to keep Mason a little girl for a wee bit longer. As she cried I told her, “If it helps you can imagine giving half the pain to me and I’ll carry it for you.” She sniffled, “I love you, Mommy,” and blew her nose on my sleeve.
Another heart broken by St. Valentine and Hugo.