When Jane was younger and imagined being an animal, an ostrich never featured on her list of options. But she felt like one now. Like a silly ostrich burying its head in the sad to hide.
She, however, remembered reading somewhere that the large flightless birds didn’t actually stick their heads in the sand to hide, but rather to turn their eggs. Jane didn’t even have the luxury of telling herself she was hiding to care for her son.
It was rather foolish. Jane knew it was. If not foolish, then very childish to pretend to be asleep. But that was what she did when she heard Christopher stop outside her bedroom door. She could clearly hear him fidget on his feet for several long minutes right outside her door. The back and forth was nerve-wracking even though he was bare feet. But the man d
