Waking the next morning in a strange room, I had trouble touching base with reality. The faint odor of burning wood still clung to me. In the next few days, I was going to be relying on Christopher for comfort and hope. I was both physically and emotionally wrung out.
“Don’t even go there.” His warm voice in my ear soothed me. I hadn’t heard him come in. “I’m taking Henry to school. While I’m gone, you’re getting up, taking a shower, and waiting for me to return with coffee and breakfast. I think Zeke said there’s a study or library or something next to the check-in desk. I’ll look for you there.”
He nudged me so I was facing him. He was dressed and smelled like a new day.
“Don’t think about anything but me, or if you have to have someone else to focus on, Henry. Just get yourself ready
