On Christmas

wake. Her hand rested protectively over Emma’s blanket, just as it had that day in the snow.

I tucked the blanket around both of them.

Then I whispered the words I had spent a year proving.

“You’re safe. The door is open. I will always come.”

Outside, the snow kept falling.

Inside, my daughters slept warm.

And for the first time in my life, Christmas finally continue reading …