stared at the key.
Then at me.
“Why Tuesday?”
I looked toward Luke.
He smiled proudly.
“Because I’m taller Tuesday.”
The room erupted in laughter.
Later, after the twins were asleep and everyone else had gone to bed, Cassandra and I sat beneath the Christmas tree.
The house was quiet.
Snow drifted outside.
She rested against my shoulder.
“Do you ever think about what would have happened if Luke’s crayon hadn’t rolled into first class?”
“All the time.”
“Maybe you would have seen us during baggage claim.”
“Maybe.”
“Or somewhere
