Twenty-six-year-old Jane Addison was sitting by her father’s bedside, dabbing his forehead with a cool washcloth. As she examined him, she listened intently to all the sounds around her. The closest sound was her father’s breath, quiet and quick. Then, she noticed the harsh winter air blowing hard against the windows, reminding her that a cold, brutal winter had arrived. Lastly, she heard her mom gently reprimanding her little brothers on the other side of the door. From what she could hear, they had gotten into something in the kitchen and made quite the mess. The twins were always into mischief.
All these sounds were her favorites, and for a moment, she was content-although it was easy to hear anything in a small three-bedroom, one-bath cottage and the walls were very thin. She smiled t
