Breaks My Heart

Monday afternoon before Nick got home from work, I was talking with Tanner. He's turned into quite a chatterbox. I had just gotten home from doing the final cleaning at the townhouse and turned in the keys to the property manager. After a while, Tanner looked at me and very quietly asked me, "Go home?" I asked if he wanted to go home and he asked again, "Go home?" His face was confused and he was a little distraught. It killed me to tell him that we didn't live there anymore. I explained to him that our home for right now was at Gramma's house. I'm not sure he fully gets it, but at least he hasn't asked again, at least not yet.