“Do not let her leave.”

voice drifted from the darkness of the living room.

“Aunt Maddie?”

“Yeah, bud, I’m right here.”

“Thanks for looking at frame 2:38.”

I rested my hand on the doorframe. “Thanks for making sure I saw it.”

He shifted under the blankets. “Can we leave the porch light on?”

“Yes,” I promised. “We’ll leave it on for a long time.”

By the end of May, the nursery was continue reading …