An hour or so later, after Uncle Jeff finally felt tired to go up and sleep and Ava with George excused themselves, Jonathon found himself alone with Sofia. They were polishing off the remainder of Ava's apple pie and sharing a mug of hot coco.
"She used to spoil me with this," Jonathon began, pointing at the cup of chocolate. "My mother would be angry because it was inappropriate to feed a kid chocolate before a meal."
Sofia had been basking in the warmth of laughter that the five of them had shared during dinner. But now, she felt the mood shift and she understood that Jonathon was finally ready to tell his story.
Suddenly, Sofia felt like she did not need to hear it from him. What did it matter? It was in the past and right now, seeing Jonathon happy, Sofia was afraid it would just s
