“In a warm and sultry forest far, far away, there once lived a mother fruit bat and her new baby…”
Aria and Caden cuddled up on either side of Julius as he read Stellaluna by Janell Cannon. Macey watched from the doorway. She couldn’t recall the last time she read the twins a bedtime story. They didn’t seem to mind and never requested one. She couldn’t help but wonder if this new fervor was about making memories with their father.
Macey felt a pain of guilt. Aria and Caden had never questioned why their father wasn’t around. At first, she thought it was because they weren’t interested in one. Now she knew it was short-sighted for her to think that. How could they not wonder about their father when they saw other kids with theirs? There was only one reason they wouldn’t ask about
