the most important thing waiting for him.
A man who had spent years confusing urgency with meaning.
I handed the crayon back.
“What are you drawing?”
“Our family.”
Four people stood beneath a large green Christmas tree.
Luke had drawn himself tall.
Violet protested.
“You’re not taller than Daddy.”
“I will be.”
– ¿Cuándo?
“Tuesday.”
Cassandra laughed.
I looked at the picture.
Four people.
No empty space.
No unfinished figure.
Mi garganta apretada.
Cassandra rested her hand over mine.
“You okay?”
– Sí.
And for once, the answer needed no explanation.
Esa
