I picked Felicity up from gymnastics camp and broke the news to her.
“Today?” She asked, sitting on the passenger side in her leotard.
I nodded. “Yea baby, I’m sorry.”
She immediately started crying and climbed into my lap.
“He was a really good boy, but he was very sick.” I told her. I started crying too. It wasn’t until Brandon made a video of Bingley that we realized what a big part of Felicity’s life he was. He was her constant companion, he’d been there since we brought her home from the birth center.