My phone alarm blaring at seven a.m. pulled me into full consciousness.
The twins were the first coherent thought in my mind.
The twinsI held my breath, but no sound came. I let out that breath and slumped back into bed. All the things I needed to do before I could leave the house flashed in my mind like an old-fashioned movie flickering in my brain.
Which made me think of the times we gathered in our gym as kids for Friday-movie nights. Why they thought Old Yeller was appropriate to show children, I’d never know. Twenty years later, and the trauma hadn’t eased. My kids were never watching that movie. Even when they were fifty.
Old YellerWhen I’d be seventy-seven.
Yep, I had children.
Babies.
Little ones I’d completely neglected last night.
Anthony’d come home, and as soon as he ha
