Bella motioned to Jack and patted the spot next to her on the park bench. The boy sighed, picking up the soccer ball that he had been kicking around and plopped down next to his mother. He laid his head against her shoulder and sighed again. The hot Chicago sun warmed thier skin as it filtered down through the dense grouping of trees.
"I'm fine, Mom," he murmured quietly.
"How do you know what I was thinking?" She nudged him with her shoulder and laughed lightly, belying her current mood.
"I know you. You don't have to worry about me, you know. I'm fine," he replied, his voice steady and strong.
She reached up and ran her fingers through his unruly hair, praying that his words rang true.