I woke up the next morning in my own bed with a little boy curled tight against my side. My entire body groaned when I moved even a finger, but I wasn’t eager to move anyway. I was home and safe with my son. That was all I needed.
As I lay there, drifting in and out of sleep, I heard the distinct noises of cooking coming from downstairs. Soon, I smelled two of my favorite scents – coffee and bacon. About that same time, Sawyer snuggled closer against me and slid his head up onto my chest. “I missed you, Mama,” he said.
I pulled him close and said, “I missed you, too, Saw. What happened while I was gone?”
He sat up and smiled. “I got to stay awake a long, long, long, long, long, long time.” Then he frowned. “We didn’t know where you were.”
I levered myself up to sitting and drew him to
