The Man Who Entered Our Bedroom at 1:13 Every Night

yellow pajamas, hair mashed flat on one side, rabbit tucked under her arm.

Pete was behind her, looking stricken.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “She came out before I could stop her.”

Sonia looked only at her mother.

“Mom?”

Karen held out one hand. “Come here, baby.”

Sonia crossed the room and climbed carefully onto the bed, avoiding the tubing without even continue reading …