Kelvin sat by the window, his little face pressed against the glass as snowflakes drifted lazily from the dark sky. He had been there for the past half hour, glancing back at the clock on the wall every few minutes. The jigsaw puzzle he and Adrian had started earlier lay untouched on the living room table.
I sighed as I peered into the room from the hallway. My son’s excitement and hope from the morning had been gradually replaced by a quiet disappointment that tugged at my heart. I had been afraid of this.
“Kelvin,” I said softly, walking into the room, “it’s late. You should get ready for bed.”
Kelvin didn’t move at first. Then, with a small sigh, he slid off the chair and shuffled to his room, his shoulders slumped. I followed him, feeling the weight of my own unease grow with each s
