On Christmas

him everything.

Not well. Not in order. I cried through half of it. I had to stop twice because Emma stirred in her sleep and whimpered.

When I finished, Daniel said nothing for several seconds.

Then he said, very quietly, “Are they alive?”

“Yes.”

“Are they safe now?”

“Yes.”

“Are you with them?”

“Yes.”

His breathing changed.

Not calmer.

Controlled.

“Good,” he continue reading …