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

morning arrived bright, cold, and cloudless.

The helicopter lifted smoothly above downtown Austin, carrying the four reasons I had never regretted a single day after Marcus left.

“Mama,” Noah asked, pressing his face against the window, “are we finally meeting Grandpa?”

“And Grandma?” Sophia added.

“Maybe,” I answered.

Across from me sat four eight-year-olds continue reading …