”
Daniel laughed, and the sound filled the room.
A real laugh.
A home laugh.
Later that evening, after dinner, after the girls had fallen asleep on the couch under the same blanket, Daniel and I sat by the tree.
His hand found mine.
“You okay?” he asked.
I watched the lights blink across the girls’ sleeping faces.
“No,” I said honestly. “But I’m better.”
He continue reading …
