I looked at the windows. He was right, the snowfall had lessened to light flurries instead of the blinding whiteout from earlier.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Adrian started.
“Why not?” Noah’s face fell. “We never do anything fun.”
“Because it’s cold and you just got over being sick and—”
“And nothing,” I interrupted, then immediately regretted it when Adrian’s gaze snapped to me. “I mean, a little fresh air might be good for all of us. We’ve been cooped up inside for almost two days.”
“This isn’t your decision to make.”
“I know. But look at his face.”
Adrian did look, and whatever he saw there made something in him soften. Noah was practically vibrating with hope, his hands clasped together like he was praying.
“Please, Daddy? Please? Elise can help. We’ll be really careful
