TEN
Dawn peeked its morning head through the Venetian blinds at precisely the hour that Hannah had envisioned for the past twenty days. She tilted the clock on the nightstand toward her exhilarated face. “Six-fifteen,” she announced. She put the pillow on her face to shield her from the penetrating rays of the sun. She heard footsteps approaching, a pause, and then a shift of weight immediately next to her body.
“Time to wake up, Mommy,” announced a smiling child dressed in pajamas with a collection of horses trotting toward a racetrack.
Hannah reached for her child. “It’s gonna be a good day, honey.” She brought her lips close to the forehead of her daughter.
“Do we see the good people today, Mommy?” inquired Allie, as she put her fingers into the red hair cascading on Hannah’s
