I’m happy to be back, though, and I follow the soft glow from the television down the hall to the living room. When I round the corner, I freeze. Hudson is asleep on the couch, and his body takes up all the cushions. Next to him, Lucy is curled against his chest. Her face is buried in his shirt and his left arm is wrapped around her, as if he’s keeping her from falling off the sofa. Gus and Millie are on the floor beneath them, snoozing soundly. My breath catches.
