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Mellie leaned forward. “Yes, I do treat you like a son, John; Siger and I both do. And we will continue to do so, because in our eyes, you have become one. You may not actually be a member of our family; you may not be a Holmes by birth or adoption, but you have become our surrogate son, as surely as Rosie has become our surrogate granddaughter. And we will always treat you like one. So, don’t ever be afraid to come to us, if you need a mother or father’s help. Or comfort.” She paused, and added softly, “My son.”
Tears welled up in John’s eyes, and he blinked. “Th—thank you,” he managed to say. “You—you don’t know how much that means to me.” His voice choked.