Chapter 28
Russell slipped quietly out of bed. It was early on a Sunday morning. After three years of being a husband and father, he took advantage of a few moments of solitude to reflect. He made himself a cup of coffee and went to sit in the sunroom to watch the dawn break. A smile spread across his lips as he recalled his visceral dislike of fate. He used to wonder why it mocked him, taunted him, and made his existence a study in misery. His very own Peter turned that whole notion upside down when he reminded Russell of how fate brought them together, got his father back in his life, and the kids—there was no denying that fate handed them a perfect family. He felt a twinge and wondered if fate was through with them yet. Somehow, even though everything was perfect, he figured there was
