I Brought Four Children To The Christmas Dinner He Set As A Trap

his head. “They seem like good kids.”

“They are.”

He glanced toward the other room. “He doesn’t deserve how good they are.”

“No,” I said. “He doesn’t.”

Noah slid off his chair and came to me. “Are we leaving already?”

“We are.”

“Did we meet Dad?”

I crouched so I was level with him. This part mattered.

“You met your father,” I said. “Dad is a bigger word. We continue reading …