I cradle her in my arms, and for once, she doesn’t protest my help. I lay her on the cha’krot-feather-filled sofa, wanting to allow her the rest I know she needs. As I turn away, she reaches out and snatches my wrist. “You said never.” “I did.” I change my plans and step over her, sliding behind on the sofa. Spooning her, I stroke her hair. “And I meant it.”
