Lana
I was going to my room, thinking about my conversation with Raina about Landon when I heard a shuffle in my kids’ room, causing me to pause, before walking towards it. The door was slightly open, as I always left it, so that the light from the hall would spill softly inside, enough to chase away the shadows they still sometimes feared when the night got too quiet.
Turning on the light, I saw my boys on each their beds, on the side of the other, with their eyes closed, hugging their sleep pillows.
With a smile, I started to turn back to the door when Rory spoke. “Hey, Mama.” he called, his voice almost as low as a whisper.
I turned back to look at him with a small frown. “Hey, baby. You're not sleeping?” I asked and he shook his head.
“Can you read me The Gingerbread Man?” he a
